Noah

your eye color is changeable planet.

your gravitational pull, up closer.

you humor me with peekaboo,

confident i’m smitten object permanence.

you weren’t born yesterday, noah, but a year and a day ago,

and its obvious life isn’t perfect.

there’s always traffic on I-95, and nana keeps running out of blueberries.

i can promise what you’ll never know

is a blink outside the love that brought you here,

and alongside, keeps growing.