Days of Sharing

Sharing, for some wonderful days
the daily life of another,
the one whom I have known
since he was born,
how can this juice be reproduced
in little brittle words?

To enjoy the same experiences
with the kind and funny man
whom the precious baby became,
to occupy the very same space
and breathe the African air together:
this, this is satisfaction.

This is a galloping span
that I savor to its depths.
This is also time that hovers
in its own dimension,
subtly suffused by eras shared.
Quiet. Undisturbed.

Mother and son, for awhile we each
become suspended plumbline weights,
drawing one another
all the way down to grounding,
pointing precisely
to our inmost centers of gravity.

Like a hundred crickets
chirping in the grass at dusk,
a frequency I only discern
when I tune my ear to it,
our sharing hums along,
soothing music of the natural world.

©Susa Silvermarie 2026