Perpetual Motion

I watch with delight 
as growing babies not yet toddlers
roll, scoot, and crawl 
Landing wherever they fall.
They have no intention
Random as a rolling ball,
A silver ribbon calls,
Or a clatter of spoons pulls their attention.
Goalless with no line of demarcation or concept of progress,
Life is a series of mishaps and discoveries.
These little scientists light up with intelligence.
Haphazard paths that end with encircling arms of love.
I envy the roaming, the newness of a path not yet taken.
As an elder, I meander the unclear future with less intention, 
More wonder and a zig-zag of experiences.
I leave behind my accomplishments, past endeavors of success and failure.
I seek with the innocence eyes of a growing child
The heart of the world. 

Send me your comments at http://www.abberolnick.com.. Coming soon The Underpainting . I’ll keep you posted on cover design.