The Curiosity of a 3-Year-Old

She arrives perched atop my hip –

messy curls and unbound giggles.

Ten little fingers

stretch to the storm,

squeezing the clouds tight.

She sings as cool rain

trickles down her arms.

She cautiously tastes the rising sun.

Burning nectar coats her throat.

In one big gulp,

she swallows the prickly truth.

Her curious brain blossoms

into a timid bluebird

soaring above the bay.

The shoreline dissolves into uncertainty –

nowhere to land.

She learns to fly even higher, faster.

Relish the chilling freedom

and feel grounded in your mother’s eyes.