I don’t suppose I heard him literally, but he was communicating,
and of course poetry must be about breaking rules…
How do we become grown up ?
I sat next to an infant today in church
He stared wide eyed at my wiggling fingers
Ate ravenously from a bottle
Thumped it off the floor
Burped and farted lustily, smiled
then on hands and knees broke for freedom.
Gently snatched to reunite with momma
Baring an explorer’s heart he grabbed my beard
Threw his head back in fury upon his return
Only a moment later distracted, warbled pleasantly.
He had no words, yet spoke only truth and could not lie.