Who is that child ,
     dreaming in your belly while you read your letter
so full of expectation?
Is she mine or yours:
    or does she belong to the light
     dancing on the sea?

  Does her heartbeat quicken when you read to her?
  Has her mind begun to imagine us yet, I wonder ...?  Can you feel the somersaults still,
  or has she settled down,
 to ponder life
on the other side of the world?

 

When I dream
I always see you standing by our window
    waiting for the horizon to swell
    with the incoming tide of a new century.