my giant finger becomes part
of his small world
gripped tight by hand
miraculous
I look with my heart
at child asleep in my arms
worlds open up
where I grip possibilities
of links in a strand
of knots tightly
tied
of light
diffusing out
of roots
reaching down
of wings
catching wind
of waves
washing sand
of eyes
meeting eyes
my finger gripped still
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