turning human

There are two stories here.

One upstairs and one down.

One A Long Time Ago, Far Far Away,

Stars and Darths, the sounds of fire and hands falling into space.

Another:  a mother dropped on a bed

heavy with stir-fry and “I love You, infinity + one.”

In that other story up there, galaxies shift like floor boards

and one called Daddy wins, then talks of peepee and brushing teeth,

strange world. He comes down to me

and we will hear aliens for awhile, watch X-Files,

ignore a few of their disobedient footsteps across the world,

because we might have started the fire,

but we can’t stop it now,

and because when we’re together, just being, limbs stacked,

there’s this sweet shift in space-time,

parental units turning human.

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Reply April 21, 2010

This is happy. Always good at the end of the day to remember our humanity. :)

Chris Weigand
Reply April 21, 2010

So cool loved it. It's nice to become human again

Lisa-Jo @thegypsymama
Reply April 21, 2010

Oh Amber - I love how you capture and bottle the magic that resides in the mundane. Yes, this especially, "ignore a few of their disobedient footsteps across the world, because we might have started the fire,
but we can’t stop it now."

Yes, we live there too.

Kelly Langner Sauer
Reply April 22, 2010

we're just discovering that "sweet shift in space-time." I love that you know just how to describe it.

Reply April 22, 2010

To say I love you feels too small. But I do. And this sweet night you have described is smiles and joy and life wrapped up.

Reply April 22, 2010

I love it. That is exactly what we have to do nightly in order to be human, married, adults. I love the way you write Amber!

Michelle M in KY
Reply April 22, 2010

WOW...what a beautiful, enlightening post. One, I hope to remember tonight as I, too, hear those 6 disobedient footsteps across the floor upstairs. Thanks for always tapping into what is relatable to all of us.

Reply April 22, 2010

I think I went from human to parental unit last night...no, I can't even call it that...it was completely alien. Thaks goodness for a new day :)

Reply April 22, 2010

My husband and I both giggled at this, because it's so true. It's hard to go to bed after tasting the wonder of being a human again.

Elizabeth (@claritychaos)
Reply April 25, 2010


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