Hello

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the curtains are parted
a shaft of light cutting across the room
and I see him
amidst the tiny specks of dust

normally invisible

he’s there
waving his pudgy four-month-old fist
kicking his feet
babbling a hello

hidden in plain sight

missing him is like the dust
it fades into the background
weightless
quietly surrounding me

but when the light is just right
it makes me catch my breath

hello my sweet boy

Where do you find your child? How does this kind of seeing feel to you?