How does the world look
resting on daddy's arm?
Horizontal to the ground,
head resting at his elbow,
gentle wave-like rocking
as he walks through
an ocean of color,
a sea of sounds,
uncataloged, undivided.

A wilderness
of line and curve
begs for recognition.

Eyes focus, unfocus,
shift perspective,
seek alignment
with the stars,
admission
into the clan.