i become aware of the infinitude of time and space, of love and grief–and the pressure to live and love and grieve in the ever expanding universe rests with all of her beauty and brawn at the center of my chest.
she is heavy.
at the same time all that is and was and will be shrinks to a minuscule speck–and my lungs follow suit.
it is hard to breathe.
simultaneous expansion and contraction–growing and shrinking.