Drop
Watch a young child as you give them a gift
They look for a moment and then test it
In the crucible of their mouth
And then it is passed back or passed on
Or dropped without care
Is maturity returning to those days?
When we are hurt, we try to pass it back
Returning it to its owner
When that fails, we try to pass it on
Hardening our self and hurting another
If only we could gaze deeply on it
Test it in the crucible of our mouth
And drop without care
What joy would we find there?
Thoughts
I know I’m describing a baby but young child flowed better. Look at this crane instead.
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