Andrew

Over multiple years

of separated poles – alone –

the sun has melted Arctic ice,

Antarctic crackled stone.

But, tonight, when you stood there

using only quiet breath

to sing ‘I wanna be like you oo oo!’

a white bird flew out from the warmth

of dancing turns,

Elvis hips,

burning eyes,

waving hands;

circled on the verge

of waking sleep

and drilled a crevice in my heart

that only children reach.