Babies - of what do they dream? What thoughts play behind those closed eyes, Those eyes so like others before Unfocused and newly revealed?
What is it in holding a child That brings such a tranquility? That puts the world's problems at bay And shows what is truly at stake?
Perhaps when they dream they become The person they one day shall be In full philosophical garb So leading us to what will come
Or maybe it simply is shapes And colors so formless and free A way to make sense of the world They sample with unfocused eyes
2Apr2002
This was written shortly after and in honor of the birth of my then-husband's younger niece's first child. I have read this in public but this is the first time it appears in print.