a damper around my head.
This whirling winding wonder
Even his sleep seems alive
No yin to his yang
I bend over him
Siberian tiger stares back at me
(cheetah, rabbit, snake, spider, otter...)My old bones are already aching
I hover pure love
his unimaginably beautiful face
his fleshy hands, bitten down nails
his hair askew
I am the temporary Guardian
He sits up and his eyes are seeing another world.
He looks around - at me past me.
He turns again
his eyes stop
"hmmm?" I hum.
Then his eyes turn gentle: yin
He lays back down
into a soft cloud of tranquility
or so it seems to me
or I hope.
Then I hear the cheep-cheep chirping of the night.