Long after the phrase
you're going to be a Dad
has jaded itself
into numbness
I have considered
the meaning of you
to me
and to the world

To me
the reaction to
a feed-me mouth
a teach-me brain
love-me eyes

To the world
the reaction to
a happy dustman
a great musician
a serial killer
another middle manager

And as I ponder
these things
I creep
towards the end
of my life

Making decisions
about one
you have not yet started

My circle
interlocking
with yours

Another middle manager
who dreamt of being
a serial killer
a great musician
a happy dustman