Spanish sunrise

At a lonely crossing of worlds at dawn,

I watched two sisters with round stomachs and cheeks

playing in the waking light.

A blue-eyed father hugged them

and whispered laughing secrets

in their ears. 

At once I saw

my past and future

rolled into one.

And I hoped for a blue-eyed man,

small armed hugs,

and tiny hands pressed against glass.

Maria