PJV

PJV

THE CHILD

I will not go along
Quietly
Or any other way
I will not go
At all

I will go 
My way
Meeting
My own expectations
Maybe

Being disobedient
Running, against the grain
There is something so utterly
Healthy about it

The outrage
And persecution 
What the hell
Was that look, anyway?

Somewhere  
A child is laughing

Amid the laughter
And tears
There is important business at hand
I look and ask

Can you pay attention?

The child straightens
Trying unsuccessfully
To wipe the remaining grin
From his face  
With an unbuttoned sleeve

He looks me in the eye
His face flushed
Eyes alight
I give up

And begin grinning myself

It is at that point
My thoughts move to you
The child pulls closer
I hear a soft knowing laugh

I give up
And begin grinning myself