A portrait of a child
Here he sits and wishes
For grasping ambitions
Too young for the feeling
Of content in the middle
Everyone around is feeding
On primal urges
They swing and stumble
But focus on focusing
They don't see the sky
With their eyes fixated on
One another and
All the shuffling feet around
They just seek the solace
Of safety, comfort
They settle for sitting and
Sipping, sulking, some
Perhaps weeping
This boy who sits, listens
And often thinks of
His positions and dispositions and
Places
Who he is to you, or you
Behavior reflecting the
Surrounding
This is the center, he thinks,
Which is a whirlwind of sand
Every particle a thought
Every thought an unvisited
Reality
Acknowledge them, he thinks,
But shall not explore
Instead, focus on focusing
Toward the edges
Toward the hills
Toward the hoops
And cease to sit, wishing
in the places surrounding reality