The Ease of Small Hands

The world blooms open, bare feet run,  

hands scoop air, a bird’s shadow.  

Flitting heart trusts what it finds.  

Love comes softer than the wind.  

Each laugh becomes another rhythm.  

Eyes catch the sun’s kaleidoscope spin.  

Here, the grass sings its colors;  

Here, no edge presses too sharp.  

Branches wrap the sky like arms.  

Dirt smudges cheeks, a casual mark.  

Every face loved before it speaks.  

Even stones in her fist feel safe.  

What fear could fit this frame,  

where all is welcome, each scratch healed?  

To love is just to reach light.  

To love is all her body knows.