There is an avarice for touching
inherent in new children
along with fretfulness and crying,
such as before they grasp
the possibilities of toes.
There are whole wonder weeks
as image folds into image
like turns of a kaleidoscope…
soft female croon
and deep resonance of male,
and entrancing music shimmer.
There is a faint remembrance
of these wonder weeks
that persists throughout a lifetime
with occasional fretfulness and crying
just before we achieve awareness
of bright possibilities.
2 thoughts on “Wonder Weeks”
I love d last stanza… it’s very deeply meaningful
I’m glad you found something for yourself there.