I sit on the edge of the bed
and let him sleep.
I came to wake him,
urge him into the world.
But he has flung his arm,
a man’s arm, like a child across my lap.
It is warm and heavy with sleep
and holds me to the bed.
I know I should jostle him and call his name,
but I let him sleep.
BIO: Poet and writer Laura Schulkind is an attorney by day, where she is entrusted with others’ stories. Through fiction and poetry, she tells her own. Her work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in The McGuffin, Talking River, Eclipse, Minetta Review, Forge, and Bluestem. She and her husband divide their time between Berkeley and Big Sur, California. Her two grown sons continue to inspire her. Visit her website: www.LauraSchulkind.com.