Gray spots touch his skin.
As if an angel stays up late at night
before his birth
touching him with dots of love
using the smallest fingers of her wings.
Every shade of black and white melded,
Layered hues of charcoal and ivory
Seashells and coal
Palest dawn before daylight.
He is born to run with the sun
Taking me with him
On his back
This gigantic beast on perilous legs.
Dappled light flashing
Taking me to places I have only dreamed
As a child
And never been.
All rights reserved. ©2015 Sara Fryd
©2015 photo by Nancy P. Padilla of the awesome Altivo