His face
It holds a storm inside
Amongst the crowd
That pushes wide
Sounds collide
Smells intertwine
One little boy
Speaks pantomime
Toddler legs
So hard to follow
Where skirts and pants
Just seem to swallow
His nimble darts
I try to find
‘Tween women chatting
“Do you mind?”
Around his view
And in his space
A soft hand reaches
To pinch his face
A growl, a fist
A torso twist
A punch a grunt
He’s on the hunt
A wounded man
A hurting child
Events are hard
His eyes are wild
I lift my palms
I hold my sigh
“Big emotions,
Little guy”
Amidst the coat rack
A peeping shoe
A searching hug
Boy, “I love you.”
