Smile
What’s simplest is hardest. The vision of the world that a tiny child has. The world is like a word then, the first word that you speak. To hear that word again, the sound and the song of the world, will return the infant’s smile to your face. What could be simpler? And what could be harder?
Sign
Sometimes upon a high cliff, or alone
in a firmament of crowded stars, you
may listen for the child’s heartbeat still
that played you into being long ago,
and hear the first word springing to your lips
when words were not yet bound with sense and time.
Then carry that word with you in the crowds,
on the pavement’s edge, to the market cross,
and let it be a sign unseen by all.
Smile
Then again the sound, the song of the world,
waking like a star in the dawn, was first -
music that could make a baby smile
and reach for the infinites in its sight.
I should live like a wise and happy man
if I could have that song again and care
for it like a charm kept in my pocket,
which none may see, and yet they’ll find in me
the source of some enchantment, and will smile.
Best wishes, today,
Landar
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