(for David)

You are not yet two.
I hold you sitting erect,
secure on the horizon of my forearm.

You swim immersed
in being your eager self
within this world of
blue skies, green grass,
rough earth, smooth water,
tastes tart, tastes bland,
peek-a-boo laughs,
sudden smiles.

A mini human vortex,
you draw me into your zest
for utter existing.
I put my face to yours.
Out spills a question:
Why do I love you so much?

Your instant answer
strikes a gong in my core:
You luff me because you luff me.

November 29, 2011