My hands split
moistened with spit
and peeling
from the cracking of each nut
and the pulling of the shell
"the inside is yummy" I say
as my little one tosses the inside away
excited just to play
a moment beyond and he is sitting on
the tarp his Papa drags
and gleefully
his little bear tasseled ears bob
up and down
as he flies across the ground
this is what sweet childhood is made of
giggles
and salamander
and trial and error
and momentary terror
at lizards
and then running
arms flapping
ooh ooh ahh ahh
now a monkey
what a monkey indeed
this little love
our souls did need
this is life
the good
and wonderful
life.
