He is just starting
to pay attention
to the long climb
after his brother’s
four year head start.
His brother, age five
watches him use
every solid support
that lets him stagger,
pleased to think
such rambling constitutes
human locomotion.
I watch him catch my eye
then grin and urgently
reach for me to pick him up.
No one else is as delighted
as beside himself excited
to spot me around
the edge of a doorway
or entering a room.
He just lights up
the room and my
soft soul routine.
My party of one is
levitated illuminated
about to be decorated
by the celebrity of the hour
elevated to the head cloud
about pick him up
to jig and sway
and hum to him as
he hums to me.
