Moscow

Everything but right now
and one hour ago seems so distant

my mind goes places i wish it wouldn't
and i pray my heart does not follow

at least as my stomach increases
so does my view of Your face

cleanliness is not an option
outside of the shower and our souls

learning daily about babies and boldness

kareokee down the alley
singing us drunken Russian lullabies

strip club down the stairs
and prostitutes up the elevator

gather my thoughts, he says
what are my thoughts?

time has flown and crawled
my heart has soared and been dragged
through the mud puddles we sidestep
every day

a piece of this dirty, bustling
city is in my heart forever

it reeks of humanity and beauty;
lost searching, striving souls

the Sun is coming up in Moscow;
the winterland of Russia is melting to
show the potential for life beneath.