You're so young and new,
Like a year beginning, or a lifetime.
You even smell new, no taint of
Things dragging behind you.
You are so wide-eyed and excited
Like someone who just woke up
On Saturday with nothing to do.
I can pick you up in my arms
Like a book or a painting except
There is nothing on your pages
Nothing on your canvas.
It's easy to be you, I think.
You don't have years of mistakes,
Years of success,
To guide you or misguide you.
You watch a shadow cross the
Ceiling like it was a space shuttle
Taking off. You feel a hand on your
Shoulder and reach to touch back.
No sense of what-does-he-want,
What-should-I-do. Just a natural
Reflex to touch when touched,
To look back when looked at.
You don't know the dangers of
Eye-to-eye contact. You don't know that
Life is a chain of events.
To you, so new, life is just life.
Breathing out, breathing in,
Looking out, looking in.
So free. I wanna be you,
And still be me.

01/02/2011

Posted on 02/05/2011
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