04 April 2006

First Words

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.

1 comment:

NotBob_ said...

"the others grip air so you'll follow and see"

Brilliant line. Captures the magic, conveys the ethereal.

I love the meter, the way this piece sings.

And the pull, if you will, of the transcendent back down to the adult with your closing lines. Such grace! Such grace.

a.k.a. Honario from TIBU