Baby Girl

Downstairs in the open loft apartment,

I hear above me

my daughter and her husband

and my new grandbaby 

having one of those rapturous

conversations

that involve 

cooing and squeaks

soft-voiced tender words

and,

sweet giggles and chuckles

that wrap the love 

of the deep presence

with

and around 

this moment.

That

Alive, 

Awake 

Awonder

experience

of 

LOVE,

Falling into the golden

place where time fades

space collapses,

and nothing, 

no-thing

matters.

My heart feels full

and expands to 

encompass,

the sounds of generations

taking the torch.