This fresh buckeye shines,
just cracked from its prickly shell.
giddy with discovery
bouyant with purpose
knowing only this, now,
air, wind, leaves,
tricycle, sidewalk, pedals.
I watch the back of your hand
move sideways across your lips, your fingers wipe
the itch from your eyes, your lids blink and your nose wrinkles.
My prayer is for bouyancy,
for light heart and easy spirit