Her mouth the o at the center of wow,
Georgia leans with her hands on her knees.
With one finger pointing to where she will go,
the others grip air so you’ll follow and see.
All that passes from view is gone,
leaving her chanting, more airplane, more tree.
Ga-ga, she says, when she points in the mirror—
All gone, and then more, more Daddy, more me.
This is the way to meet the world:
arms thrown wide, saying, More, more.