Come walk with me, little one so old. Hold

all the steps we take today deep inside

as curved in your cells as the trails we create. Waste 

all the time you want just looking at the trees’

branches & leaves waving in the wind. 

Press your palm into loam and tree bark. 

Let trees’ branches walk you higher/home.

Roam a little, no matter where. Worse 

things to be found. Yet just look. Feast

easily upon the quiet depth that stretches 

your senses deeper. Time 

I’m sure is on your side, my child.