A
man crosses the street in rain,
stepping
gently, looking two times north
and
south,
because
his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No
car must splash him.
No
car drive too near to his shadow.
This
man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo
but
he’s not marked.
Nowhere
does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE
WITH CARE.
His
ears fill up with breathing.
He
hears the hum of a boy’s dream
deep
inside him.
We’re
not going to be able
to
live in this world
if
we’re not willing to do what he’s doing
with
one another.
The
road will only be wide.
The
rain will never stop falling.
--Naomi Shihab
Nye, Shoulders
Image source: https://www.irishtimes.com/life-and-style/health-family/ask-the-expert-our-toddler-wakes-three-times-a-night-1.2190651
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