A coy, curled child
lays limp over mother
in a yard full of boisterous brothers.

Coconut cake?
Cup of cold milk?
Yes, you mumble
barely moving a muscle.

The deep glass blue
of glistening eyes
focuses on nothing
everything at once.

What do you see from there?
What lies within that glitter?
The sun bouncing off the light
glowing deep within you.

What are they bound to see?
Those eyes that soon will know and want
Still half sleeping soundly now
Still slowly waking up.