at the crosswalk.
Their miniature fingers orbit mine
in concentric circles,
landing with the force
of a double sun.
"Look, Papa," the youngest says,
"Our hands are hugging!"
The light turns green.
They break away,
skipping headlong
into the crosswalk.
Traffic descends
like a meteor shower.
"Wait!"
By the time I catch up,
they're already chasing
the next wonder.
My heart arrives
a few seconds later.
The signal clears.
These are my co-creations
stitching new constellations,
with every fearless step,
pulling us
through space and time.
We are bound together,
like atoms in a molecular waltz,
like light waves captured
in the event horizon,
like galaxies hurling toward
the void.
**First published in In Parentheses literary magazine
