Ah, the love for small, miraculous creations!
She's so tiny one's impulse is to whisper.
I kneel before her and stare
at each little whisker and claw.
She toddles, bandy-legged
under the sofa, where,
lost and invisible in the shadows,
she emits small whimpers.
Outside, in the infinite grandness,
she follows me
smelling new smells
and licking dew off the leaves.
I see afresh
the beauty of the simple things,
close to the ground.
When she wanders off
I feel the distance between us
and the precarious nature of being,
and being cared for.
A tender balance, not precise.
No bigger than my two fists
her little spark lights my day.
(Infinite, hit, invisible, emits, rhythm, impulse, distance, kneel, creation, whisperings, fists, precise. )