Chimes

           

One. Two. Three.

           

My husband moves farther away—

He shuffles his feet

Four. Five. Six.

           

My baby cuts his little teeth—

His blue eyes are questioning

Six. Five. Four.

           

It's a little frightening—

I try but cannot make you stay

Three. My husband's wanderlust…

Two. My baby's maturing indignation…

One. Neither of you will stay.

Our separate alone-ness…