Nightly after supper this boy
naps on my lap
for an hour, his flopsy body
weighty and warm as a new robe;
both of us heavy-headed,
our bellies full as prayer lists,
breathing in turn
like pewmates in an evensong choir;
his breath, my breath,
sustaining the tone,
helping a peaceable night come on.
Art credit: Carlos Ciudad Trilla, uploaded January 31, 2010.