The longest day of the year came and went
and while the sun hung in the sky
then stretched lazily down over the horizon
taking its sweet time,
I stayed indoors and kept cool
counting the days until your arrival.
The longest night of this year
started around ten
then hung around at three am
as the red numbers on my bedside clock
leaned as far as they could into the next.
I stayed in bed
counting your toes in my ribcage
and waiting for your arrival.