I can feel when the baby enters sleep his consciousness departing as his brain unzips. Sometimes I follow him there, as if he has sucked me in. We know nothing. I am a speck of a speck of a star here in this insignificant house.
If people all over the country sat praying for bus stops it would look like people waiting for the bus. I have to let my boundary down, to feel these people inside their glass case and not hover outside the prayer container.