What My Nephew Teaches Me, One
Don’t take crawling for granted:
the belly knows determination.
We want most what we don’t have –
enough to stand, to teeter,
to raise a fist like a scream
scraped from an empty bowl,
inarticulate power and attention.
He’s learned to walk
by liking and lacking;
there are no other reasons to strive.
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Wow. This is fantastic.
Especially the line “the belly knowns determination.”
I’m going to be thinking about this one for a while.
The final stanza is excellent.
So. Pumped. Nailed the ending.
I love the drive and fire in this!