A newborn enters the world
all smiles
powdered skin
and snuggles
Toes aflex and spread-fingered giggles
A window
Free
From the smudges of experience

A parent guides this free, radical being,
Gently. Clumsily. Deftly. Poorly.
Inevitable fingerprints smear the glass.
Hoping not to obscure the horizon.

Forgive me child. I know not what I do.

Bryson Thomas