I watch him stagger and grow
burst forward
drop down
regather
with nimble-ing fingers clutch
at detritus
uncovered on his way
Turning to me -
his eureka moments devoured
like a Columbus or Polo -
awareness of possibilities with
each new touch -
he smiles
a wireless touch that
activates pulsing deep
within me
transfixing - driving me
through all barriers -
sleep - hunger - pain
he smiles cries out flaps his
arms trying to fly
A fierce power resides in these small conjurations
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