Practicing for grandparenthood

no one ever listened so carefully
nor did I ever listen back with such attention,
such synchrony
he and me, the movement of our mouths
matched, in immaculately metered motions.
we danced to the same rhythm,
this little baby and me.
we certainly knew each others thoughts
at the highest levels, exchanging ideas
on Sartre, Camus and Betty Friedan,
as his mother pondered career and motherhood.
they will talk later, mother and baby
and in their perfect dance, will figure
it all out.
I'm sure of it.