Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Of soap and sand

it was a stolen moment, a little quiet hiding tucked into the busy of day, those little ones for once just playing together in their room uncaring where we were. we simply lay on covers still unmade from last night and wondered at the simplicity of aloneness, this private cocoon. he grounds me in this nest of arms, and my restless feet statically and rhythmically keep time against his calves. inside the growing one kicks through my belly to his belly, we laughed. he is long and solid like history, and i'm all curves and plump softness (except that tight globe i love so much), and i'm the one leaning on him. i've always been this way. i told him how he makes all of us--three busy boys and even furry loves--feel as if we were the center of his universe. he shrugged; he's always been this way. avery clambers in, finally missing presence, and he reaches over me to grab him up. long brown curls mimic his smile as daddy holds him high and mama snuggles close. shea comes in to tattle, and connor comes in all loud-boy-noise-machine, and the bubble of first-couple is broken just that easily. but like soap, there will always be residue, the tickle of memory from unexpected oasis. so we heave off bed with laughing tickles, our sand in the desert swallowing footprints of the day.

linking with emily and other broken poets along the way

17 comments:

eloranicole said...

oh, misty. this is beautiful. makes me want to wrap up in my own unexpected oasis. :)

Ostriches Look Funny said...

gorgeous. I loved that you showed me that soap bubbles leave residue. I'm always so tempted to be annoyed when my first-couple bubble is popped.

Jen said...

Such sweetness, but so solid. Love the images that form as I read these words!

amy said...

so. beautiful.
love this.
drink these moments in.

deb colarossi said...

you so get it...

David N. said...

That's a wonderful moment well captured.

Lisa notes... said...

I love the intimacy in this moment, Misty. So glad you were able to capture it in word and heart! And then sharing it with us. Beautiful.

cathy said...

Very intimate, like a warm comforting cloak snuggle into on a cold cruel day.

Kati patrianoceu said...

What a great celebration of everyday life :)

Joybird said...

Beautifully noticed, captured and shared.

Jodi said...

You kill me. In a good way.<3

Bethany Ann said...

ha! i was picturing my family the whole time (except for the round belly part)! you poeticized it so well -- now i have lovely images to take with me the next time my bubble pops!

Vicki said...

so beautiful! and i miss being pregnant after reading your post. it is such an awesome time in a woman's life.
"i told him how he makes all of us--three busy boys and even furry loves--feel as if we were the center of his universe."
that's my favorite line :) - so thankful you have a good man.

alittlebitograce said...

Beautifully sweet. I was thinking along those lines last night when I went to bed, how snuggling in my love's arms is what grounds and recharges me. Those few stolen moments sound heavenly. :)

emily wierenga said...

he is long and solid like history

LOVED this line...

oh misty... aren't we blessed women? we, with men, who make us the center of their universe? an incredible post, broken poet friend.

Craig said...

THis is such a poetic way to say "we had 30 seconds of peace before the boys jumped all over us and we had to get up".

I would never have written it so well. God bless you and your residue and your bubble breakers and your man - and your baby.

suzannah {so much shouting, so much laughter} said...

you are a poet, friend, and i love your word-pictures. and boy do i know this scene!