this imploding heart

maybe baby, I'll have you

If it came in infant form, it was at the lake yesterday.

Babies in strollers or on hips were stretching hands that would fit sqarely in my palm, trying to reach the trees, their toes, a joggers dangling earring.

Bunnies who's ears perked when I hiccupped. Eating and fertilizing the grass at the same time.

Ducklings now big enough to feel confident swimming a little farther away from mom, but paddling back to her side if the wind blows a little too fiercely.