Is it a poppy?
she asks,
and I wonder…
Wonder
If you could see, little kid you, just walking down the street…
Pierre stands
on the pier,
and wonders if the pier…
sitting here, staring
at a page, wondering,
who built the obstacle…
Imagine the wonder, on the face of the first person, to put together a wheel…
How I would so much like,
to see a rainbow again,
with the wonder I must have had…
I think that every time,
we learn something new,
a new skill…
We never really know,
what thing we might make,
that will stop someone in their tracks…
I know,
that you know,
that it’s not really,
how this works…
Daily Poets 