As toddlers, we knew that
everything everyday was new
and exciting—
The new book that was read to us
at least fifty times like it was the first time;
the places we went that were always a favorite.
We absorbed something from each reading,
from each visit,
from each new person met.
We were in awe of the world.
You could tell by the way we squatted
to get a better look at what was on the ground,
or how we stretched ourselves to see what was
in a tree or in the night sky.
We wanted to know the name of a bird or a star,
and we knew when to pull
a carrot from the garden for a snack;
you could see our joy by how we colored
in our coloring books
and on the walls.
After traveling in our remarkable, unnameable realms
and evading the wild beasts that lurked everywhere,
unaware of the dirt that often covered us,
we were simply looking to figure out
how our world was put together.
Our wide eyes said everything
that needed to be said.
From: Getting There
Unpub MS p. 7
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