The little ones play so as to fill their naivety
no rules and only blanket discrimination
it’s the attention and laugh they crave
to bring joy to those closest to them
…so what if they disregard the rest?
They know only family
not yet burdened down by the subtlety of human interaction.
An emotion is an emotion, an impulse only an impulse.
The little ones explore each other
kiss and fondle and love and consume;
they have no real intentions,
only living within the primal impulses of guttural ecclesia.
The little ones are the magnification of the specie’s love
as well as our recalcitrance
divulging secrets to the scales of social and personal balance
experimenting with no risk
fortunate to have yet to experience the hangover of hindsight.
They dress in adult clothing
borrow our language, steal our swagger
emulate our designs of coolness and cupid…
Most importantly,
the little ones know how to expertly wipe clean the
blackboards us big ones tend to clutter with nonsense.
Their instinct is to emulate us
but we should let them run wild, experiment
and therefore learn all about life from them
not the other way around.
af
(written with pen on paper)
insight…what a gift…