Monday, October 15, 2007

Blue Marble

At times I lose myself
in the round marble blueness
of your baby eyes.

There are worlds in them:
and certainties of a world
I will not see.

Perhaps you will be great.
Photographed and lauded.
Perhaps you will stake the gambles of your generation
Look God in the eye and calmly wait for Him to blink.

Or perhaps, like mine,
your world will be so small
that you will lose yourself
in a baby's eyes.