137. Musikll Mgishins
in the light of | his smile in the distance | in the distant transmission of his self | to us a great distance | away surrounded by ocean | a continent away | yet we can still feel the sense of him | how he pulls joy into | himself how he pushes | it out and into the face of him | broken out in smile | he ruptures into | joy a fine grasp on | the world even if | he cannot crawl and rolls | a human tumbleweed across the floor | how he may not understand | he is not a cat | his expression changing every moment | as if he is surprised | to be himself the separation | we bear we may bear | for long left to learning about | this boy from the pictures | we see of him | the flashes of who he is | and the one he is soon becoming | for he inhabits | a metamorphosis that changes | him daily suddenly | he can hold a bottle | operate | just barely a spoon | soon will crawl | because rolling will prove | a burdensome method of | transportation before we see him
