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. )
