Thursday, November 17, 2011

his gaze




he rests on his back
the world condensed
to what appears before him


he studies his moving hand
a glowing light, the swirling fan
a dancing bear, his laughing brother


 he finds joy in each face
courting his gaze, eyes locked,
voice gurgling, cooing delight


 he explores space with stretching limbs
twisting body, grasping fingers
touching the air


he abandons time,
freed to greet each moment
with utter expectation


1 comment:

  1. Oh I love this--your words are beautiful and need to be recorded I think!!! And isn't he just stunning!!!

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