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.