Against ambition
A poem.
January 2, 2014
Against ambition
Little does she know day by day
I, too, am learning how to crawl.
Beckoned to the joy that glistens
in her gums. My sweet Penelope.
And though I try to hide it, this
leash around my neck that ends
at something or someone always
somewhere else, when she starts
with a smile from the far, far side of the carpet 鈥� just as happy to retreat in the effort to advance 鈥�
she reaches me at last and reaches
out to put her finger on a button.