poetry wednesday : the gift of an infant mind.
The season is the heart star.
What escapes now will be remembered.
What escapes now was once thrown
Off like a shirt or saddle.
Ridden into Bethlehem to be borrowed,
Then given; this is it: the one noise,
A rock, cobalt, and a book, a cow-child
Is giving us a gift.
It is the gift of an infant mind.
-Jan Gibson
[image from one of my favorite photographers, Gwyn Michael]