My Niece, Jacinta

Watching her
Watching me

Watching an ant
The sky
Her hand
My hand
Clapping hands

Listening to her
Form words
Shape words
Speak words
Thread words

Chasing her
through the fields of life
where yesterday she crawled
but today she walks.

It’s like
watching myself
rediscover the secrets of the wind
hidden inside
the eyes of a child

Where did I lose my way?