Grace.

So much said in

so few sounds,

words would fail to share

the parts of you we see so clear

for everything you’ve hidden,

chewing down on sleeves and rolling

in potato skins and grass and leaves and hard hats

you find and see in lights that don’t reflect far enough

for our eyes to see unaided

by your guidance.

The kind of laugh that resonates

through the seams of your trousers,

the dirt on your shoes,

the toys on the floor,

the hair in my ears,

the kind of eyes that

see all and

are seen by all too.

We wait on every word you choose to

refrain from speaking.