Fat Pink Bottom
Oct 25 2009


A half inch of snow
transforms the world,
a soft democracy of white.

Which reminds me
how susceptible we are to surface,
struggling to unearth
the thin and tenuous
from what is deep, authentic.
We take-in the world through our eyes —
the selective aperture of gaze;
the narrow spectrum of wavelength;
the beguiling deception
of glitter, paint, and blinds.

I watch a mother
with her infant son,
holding, stroking
burying her nose
in the newborn baby smell;
looking through trusting up-turned eyes
directly into his soul.
She coos nonsensically,
dandles on her knee
his fat pink bottom,
feels constantly astonished
at the one-off beauty
of his boneless body.

She utterly absorbs him
through all 5 senses;
fell in love long before
he ever emerged
into a world ruled by sight.