When trees droop at night, they might actually be ‘sleeping’ Washington Post headline, May 20, 2016
David, when you were new and I couldn’t put you down
for all the crying you did the way you grabbed at empty air
made me feel shelled though I was only feet from you
I would sing you a song. Not You are My Sunshine or Rock-a-bye Baby
one that has this line: It’s funny how my world goes round without you
I have always felt guilty about singing that to you. Like those words
might fly too far into the universe and I would have to try
it—to live without you. On vacation, when we still traveled with
port-a-cribs and baby monitors, I sang you to sleep with the Atlantic
keeping time outside the sliding glass door. If all the world went
to sleep: all the trees, all the waves, all the birds— but we did not, could breathe in all the slumber
the two of us: what secrets would we learn? Standing
in the silence of the trees’ canopy maybe we could hear their lullaby.
Barbara Costas-Biggs lives in Appalachian Southern Ohio and works as an academic librarian. Her work has appeared recently or is forthcoming in Glass, 8Poems, Riggwelter, Ghost City Press, Literary Mama, and others. She has an MLIS from Kent State University and an MFA from Queens University of Charlotte. Her two sons are 10 and 8.