Years spent
wiping jelly
from round cheeks,
stretching socks
over tiny, curling toes,
playing fairies,
gathering flowers
It's true,
I am a wrinkled girl
Don't know much
about the world
Numbers turn upside down
collide in this old brain
Politics, I can't
speak it,
Chemistry, physics, fills minds
far greater
than mine
Never could develop
appreciation
for arts of deception
My time - timid, steps unsure
forever questioning
choice upon choice
but
this i know for certain:
when a baby babbles
to whipped cream,
pats the soft cold swirl
and licks little lips
with joy,
the world pauses,
on mighty axis
a split second,
stunning,
brilliant,
every thing explained
