New(s)

I wake up with the lingering feeling of a delicious dream on my skin. Something about spring, about simple joys and open eyes. I rise slowly, make my coffee just as strong as I want, because it is, after all Saturday. I pace around my telephone, check again so that I didn't miss a beep. And then, at last, there it is.

They were born at 10:30 last night.

And while the world is busy bursting forth with new leaves, new flowers, new songs and new hope, two little lives join in the madness. Two boys so many years longed for, so eagerly awaited, were born one Friday night in spring.

Life is magic. It's a beautiful thing.

On Domesticity

It occurred to me recently
that I am very close
to being but a year and a half from 30.
And though I realize that 30
is the new 20
it still scared the shit out of me.

Somewhere along the line
I promised myself
I'd have my life in order by then.
You know,
grown up,
gotten a job,
gotten back on the right track.

Tonight I contemplated the baby
growing in my dear friend's belly
and the ridiculous commercials
of homemaker women
whose lives seem composed
of lunch boxes
and air fresheners
and minivans

and I know I imagine that life
to be
so much simpler than it possibly could,
but God
some nights
it's awful tempting,
nonetheless.