“Every human being moving…every sparrow that flew, every branch tossing in the wind was caught in and was a part of the whole mad ecstasy of loveliness, of joy, of importance, of intoxication of life.” ~ Margaret Prescott Montague
Ah, the opportunities to juxtapose
when babies meet their family.
Old wrinkled skin next to unblemished
perfection, eyes meeting
in equal wonder. What being
is this? And the swirls of newborn
dark hair against an uncle’s hairy
knees are a gift
of remembrance. We rarely see
the love which resonates
our world, the field of tenderness
that envelops us, soothing
us in harmonic vibrations.
We walk, distracted and bemused,
oblivious to the stark beauty
infused in every step
until the sight of a baby
softens our hardened hearts
and opens our narrow perceptions.