Learning to Crawl

LEARNING TO CRAWL

The question of her trajectory—

toward? away?—is not really

the point today. She is crawling.

If slowly and awkwardly, moving.

 

This is the first flicker 

of—here’s a father’s tender

prayer—a blazing conviction 

that there is somewhere beyond 

the here worth getting to.

Of course arrival matters too, 

as does the course, but not

now. Enough that she believes the light

striped across the kitchen floor 

is tangible, and more,

                                    worth reaching for.