Saturday Poem – If I Sleep While My Baby Sleep

Over the past few months, my sleep has been very different.  The bond between a mother and baby is never clearer than at night where a single clearing of the throat from him sends me from deepest slumber to high alert.  I feel that this poem captures something of that so I felt I had to share.

If I Sleep While My Baby Sleep

I will hear his sleep
in and through my own, my sleep
will be bathed in his as if we slept
in one same fluid
My sleep floats within a listening
so deep that the separating
spaces of air become
as pliant and full as snowfall,
its singing silence as profound
My ears and his throat —
the sensation of anticipated
hearing close inside the ear
and the incipient murmur or cry
forming at the end of his sleep —
borne like birds and thrumming
on the air of rooms between us
My own sleep will be his
clock, safely keeping time,
his sleep tunes my dreams to listen,
our sleep binds the hour,
heavy and warm,
into a blanket of air
and sound
Alice B Fogel

For past Saturday Poems, take a look at the archive in Poetry Please.

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