Baby Girl (For Asante Indira)

Baby girl, How do I write my love upon the moon? How do I Tell how a father's trust upon you swoon Or inform Your silence where belonging longs? I so old Fashion, filled with forms so clothed in wrongs Afraid this Telling of the heart weakens fiber of the man And often The pain in me is more than you can understand Of a fear That if I relent you may in my weakness fall And leave me More desolate that Christ before he drank his gall. O this love A wave incessant in tidal force against the rock Makes the sands That runs determinant in my crystal clock.