Baby Love

The threefold expression of any god walking upon the face of Earth is a beautiful display of divine intention—given the right moment to see it through if you will. This means the computational task of seeing through, together, line-by-line, what lies beyond the witnessing awareness. It is as if one put a hand in the honey jar and pulled out a fly. What appears isn’t always expected, but is anything ever a surprise?

My foot was stuck on the edge of the footrest of the recliner. The baby and I were propped up with pillows as he slept in my arms. I could no longer feel my limbs, but my tired eyes closed. I drifted off to sleep. The television sound was mildly disturbing in the background; however, I couldn’t move a muscle, or the baby might have awoken.