You are watching a baby crawling
Beaming with vigor and joy
You remember your own enthusiasm
And struggles for achievement.
Discerning obstacles when stranded
You continue to gather firewood
Soon the restless sky will settle
You can build a fire and warm your hands.
You want to acquire silent wisdom
Of observation. You pause and nod
You want to have a clear view,
An understanding for small things.
There are places of encounter:
Between stories of strangers,
Words arranged in folded newspapers,
To start a poem or a new relationship.