Learning to walk

In a once-a-year frenzy,

I wrote my Life into being

Today, I alternate flying

into the expanse of Lake

my view

and constricting down into

History

Hope for

the Power that Is

to

Relay

Clarity of Message

Nausea runs color into hunger

rawness

The Light

clarity

I seek

remains hidden

Lost, in the

interspersion of

Primary colors                           plastic sand toys

catch faded sun

Banged ceremoniously on hardwood

floor

and presented to receptive

Mother

Shaking toys and tempting

the walk

Toys held high are temptation

and frustration

she gives in, and he

returns to the one-legged

scoot

Bangs

Finally – two drunken sailor-steps and

reward

Lost on the stepper

whose motivations lie

elsewhere

Spectacle to family, who

eagerly awaited.

I’m trying to catch the word

on the wind

He gums a Clif bar –

with the aid of 4 teeth

2 top, 2 bottom

contemplative

watching the figures of family

gathered around a glossed-honey table, the

crayons spread

and the drawing mystery

game in three parts

trapped in between

the rushing-rising

slide behind the wall

The efficacy of stillness

or motion on nausea

Remains of a Clif bar

2/3

Beaten by sippy cup of orange juice

and water

From separate

to connected

what I wouldn’t

give for a warm

cookie

Forbidden