First Steps

When you don’t fear the fall
of a ball down the hall.
And you go after it
forgetting a parent a bit.
And you’re on your own
in a frame unknown.
But you feel on all sides:
Father of Fall with strides.
Mother of light in wides.
Then falling through distant hope
Then babbling at stone the grope.
And lifted you gaze and laugh.
Then all laugh at the gaff.
And you spread open your arms.
And a hug comes and warms.
Then it’s back on course to another.
More arms open that gather
And it’s another and another you pass.
And everybody laughs at gas.
And you suddenly sit
Slide around in it.
And it stings and your tail
keeps smelling like a snail.
And you keep on laughing with the rest.
And you see nothing but the best
moving along without noise.
Not like all your toys.
Now In front a face
you lick it to taste.
Glass licks back hard
and you try to find a word.
And something moves beyond.
Quack-quacks in a pond.
Imitation of the sound.
Then movement signed
speaking out of the sublime.