Skin Feeling

My baby.  At seven he still enjoys long baths.  Plastic toys float about the tub.  He can remain immersed for hours.  Water rolls over his skin, sometimes his tongue.  Pure sensory delight.

At seven he still allows me to hold him close.  Drunk on his flesh, I am grateful beyond words.

Round Trip

The sun ever-sparkles and the season never fades.  Still dreaming of California - - I see a final sip, dried foliage, an emptied hotel room.

Where I live the seasons noticeably shift as we cycle along in tandem.  Things end only to begin anew.