. . . in the space btwn his arm and my head
there are dreams of the moon and of crossing
the street safely. how many turtles have made
the journey safely? how many more will? all
good questions to ask moments before the eyes
close and the conscious mind slows allowing
for shallow breaths and abrupt movements
until from far away a bark is heard or a slight
meow - reminding us that the crossing is very
dangerous
