Twenty-five days and counting

A new life sweetens my old life

His eyes learning to see
	   yearning to see
	   burning to see
       all there is to see
	   in the eyes that meet his.
Eyes that mist with tenderness and love.

Twenty-five days and counting

The new life that sweetens my old life 
	    disrupts my old life, 
	    breaks the dam and
            floods the fields.

My eyes learning to see
               yearning to see
	        burning to see
          all there is to see
                    in his eyes as he grows.
He grows in a village so far from my own.

Geography is cruel.

My heart is here, my mind is there.
My heart is there, my mind is here.
Here and there, everywhere, nowhere.

Now I know how Schrodinger's Cat felt, 
A superposition of indefinite states ready to collapse into one.

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