Wrap your tiny hands around my little finger
Feel my ancient pulse beside you as we linger
You and I
Along the by and by
I’d like to know what’s really on your mind
How your little boy thinking is inclined
If I was there behind your eyes
What a sweet surprise
I’d like to know what’s really on your mind
Turn your eyes my way I wonder what you’d say
You know I love you in my old man way
You and I
Along the by and by
(chorus)
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Your fingers boy were miracle enough
All that sweet fat around
The tiny bones and joints
The nails just barely there
Your hair the silk of baby corn
Lay perfectly across your head
As though arranged with
Some consideration and
Your steady eyes adhered to mine
Already questioning my place
As much as yours but more
In expectation than to judge
And so I judge myself and you
Calmly warm my trembling arm
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You might as well have been the weather
Come in from the west
Face into the blush of sunrise
Long draw of the sea behind you
Rising over the shore
Arms out arms out arms out
Relentlessly new at first then
Willingly given to me and more while
Always increasing your stake
You were damp as new life
A fern still furled and turning
To the sun
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I’ll come to know you as I know
That every down defines an up
Each yes a no to make it so
So you are just as real to me
As all the love and joy I find
In who I want to be
You are a nadir so profound so far
below absorbing light
Like some black hole were I a star
And I regrip my stake and pick away
At finding you while seeking me
And knowing us as night and day
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The tongue of time has come to rise
It dampens my ankles reveals the lies
That make me want to run
Some bridges lift and lay on que
Though groaning grates reveal the true
And flaking state of things
Some soar until the quiet lines connect
Enough to notice so in caution we inspect
The damage horrified
And so the licking reaches to my knees
The span will operate until release
Surprises me with a sigh
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A toddler, often in the house, just turned two. He is an extraordinary being, but I guess they all are. How does he think? What choices is he making? There are clues.
Mind Atlas
I want these early words you find
To be an atlas of your mind—your heart!
The bits of what you see
And know so far and who or why
Things matter as you go about your choosing
What to know and keep to call upon again.
You live an active now and then that
Makes you up
But now you choose the things
To hold too dear to lose—
The names of what it is
You’ll see a need to summon and to
Be there as you make your way
Well past what we can know of you at last.
