I wish to always see
you cascading down
that mulch pile – legs,
akimbo, hair flying.
In that moment, all there is –
will be – your smile, eyes full,
a shadow stretching as you
accelerate
and fill my vision.
Your laughter
so young, wrapped in soft
armor, shielded
from everything
I fear, from the fierce
hold you have
in my heart as you, always,
run closer.