A child of five or six is waking up in morning’s light

A child of five or six is waking up in morning’s light
Resting, Cheek down gently on the pillow
Innocent eyes open to a bedroom bathed in fresh daylight
A sense of hereness gazes, and is noticed
This room, this house, this space
The child sees and knows; seeing
Inexplicable this sense of this
So vast, so close, both inside and out, emerging all at once
A silent field is here and there in an ocean of endless wonder

The light in the window
The crisp white sheets of the bed
Ripples and folds
The eyes follow seeing without words
For only now there is silent wonder, investigation and attentiveness
The child lays in himself and is in himself laid down
And he is never at an end
And everywhere he looks he sees himself and in himself he smiles
Till a movement comes
A thought of breakfast, oh yes and school too
From the bed he climbs and returns once more to stories spun anew