Raised on love
From the very first
Before there was a name
For "father"
Or the baby
Or their relationship
That would encircle the world
And too soon reach beyond
Its fragile sphere.
Yet that first experience continued
Shaping all that followed
The lesson learned by example
To open oneself
To another, lowering one's defenses
Exposing one's vulnerability
To begin a new relationship
After months becoming years
Of solitary confinement.
Once more to smell and see
A familiar constant presence
To touch and be touched
Delighted and delighting
Feeling again the closeness
Of bear muzzle on beard
Now bear muzzle on bear muzzle
Bear on beard as they turn
Three together.
—K. {2–3 December 2009; Der Hinterbliebene}