For Lucas and Kaius

New life flows through my tiny grandson,
its course unknown to me.
What I do know is the feeling
of his warm body nestled against mine
like a small animal,
heart to heart, rapid beats to my sluggish rhythms.

And I know bliss
lying with his brother
in grass as high as our mounts' manes
gently combed by an autumn breeze,
frogs croaking in the shimmering algae on the pond,
and him asking, "Can we stay here all day? And swim?"