Noah’s face is filled with lemon custard cake crumbs. He is shoveling in spoonfuls with hardly a breath between. Too busy grasping the glass of warm milk to wash down the delightful mixture. All this while humming a tune, a new composition. He is adorably scrawny. When he eats a little much, his belly bulges.
Full mouth, no oxygen and in full song, he still finds a way to talk.
“Dad, you know what?”
For my part I’m the standard adult untangling himself from the twisted bedsheets of quixotic nighttime struggles…
“I had the coolest and weirdest dream.”
I dream, but the details are instantly chased from my memory by the squeal of the alarm clock.
Noah on the other hand, has total recall with encyclopedic detail.
“Yeah, I was like reaaaalllyyy reaaaaaallllllyy happy. I was like playing a guitar, yeah and dancing and singing ‘oh, yeah, oh, yeah, babbbbyyyy‘ crazy-happy dancing, you know?
Yeah I know.
I danced in the rain, I danced on an African beach, I danced horizontal with lovers and haters. I danced stoned and I danced straight. I danced naked with his mother. I danced and felt eternal. Sometimes, body and soul actually danced together.
A woman I once made love to, told me that I had a body that made her want to dance. She shimmied … away over the horizon.
“Yeah, so I was happy-dancing and guess what…?”
You danced into a wall, I think.
“What?” I say.
“You were there….yeah you were all small, like you know, small like I’m now for you, well, I was the big one and you were small.”
“And what was I doing?”
“Dancing, what else?”
He’s licking his fingers with application, staring at each digit before targeting the crumbs. I can see the dirt from yesterday’s basketball game joining the custard as he lifts it with his tongue.
“That was cool. Yeah, and then, I turn around and I’m like this…”
He drops his jaw, in a comical freeze-frame surprise. It reveals the un-swallowed mish-mash still in his mouth.
“…because like right behind me is you, again, except this time…”
He chews a little, swallows a little, breathes a little and drops his mouth open again. He looks up, dramatically, his eyes wide open.”
“…you were a giant, dad. Like soooo big. like a Spinosaurus except on two legs.”
That’s weird, I think to myself .
“That’s weird,” I say to him. Sometimes mind and mouth are in synch.
“Yeaaaaaahhh, but you know dad, it was cool too…cool-weird. Fun, hunh?”
“And was giant-me dancing?”
“Naw, you were too big. But you were smiling at me. I liked that.”
It has begun to pour, a sheet of water, yet the sky is becoming lighter, the sun breaks out and shines through the falling rain.
“Dad, lets hurry, because you know there’s always a rainbow at the end of the street when its like that. Remember last time?”
I actually do. Catching rainbows.
Lets dance to that!