Waiting for another

journal entry ... december 15, 2007:

Anna placed our son between us - underneath the flannel sheets, covered in warmth and radiating his own.  Two open eyes, wonder-filled and joyful, searched the room, the loud soft rustle of his head rolling on the pillow - gazing with frenzy the dullest grays made bright in my mind by wanting the absence of light.  He, the significant and alive:  so pleased to dwell between us, forcing his body upon his - one to another - testing the reality of goodness, stretching alive, wrestling the night, when all good boys should be sleeping.