“TOGETHER”

My lover is a young boy again
Sitting in the center of a picnic bench
Leaning on the edge of a table
At a milestone,
Ready to leave his infancy.
Across the table
Invisibly, we sit together,
Together and each alone,
Waiting for him to envision us.
His sons,
His wife.
We unfurl our breath
To call him forth
But he cannot hear us
He is too young for us yet,
He only sees the lens
And the smooth face behind it,
The way young eyes do,
And he looks at the glass
Reflecting the light
Toward us,
And feels on his skin
The warm breath of sunlight.
He is cast for the world
Of his own design.
He is life about to create life,
He is a babe about to unfurl
Out of a particular tragedy
Into his own form of triumph.
He is himself
Yet
He is of our past
And of our future too,
He is the life of the dream
And the dream of the life.
He is crowned in his own perfect image,
looking and waiting
As we wait
For everything to come true.
© Deborah Garcia 2019