Mis Sonrisas
Each day
the sun rises gently,
with a whisper of deference,
and a shudder of
anticipation.
The implicit simplicity of manners
is not lost on the horizon
but beams happily up
from row after row after row after row after row after row...
each shaft of light
reflects a different image
here I see proud, strong, and cooperative,
now silly, sweet and secrective.
There is grinning and slouching
now alert, now drowsy.
Monkey faces, stretch their lips, twist their eyebrows
around their chubby cheeks.
Tappity tap--confused and frustrated: defeated becomes
clear, focused: victorious.
Sullen and silent, cell reorganization, chemical alterations
clear, sure, excitable wow!
Moving from a world of their own,
to my realm,
and back again.
Quite sure they won't miss a thing.
Quite happily, they are one energy.
When, as nature requires, the sun
sets...
I will ache with the wish to have given more to my sonrisas who only
stayed for a day.
CM 1997