the littlest one is a man on a mission –
no longer static, he moves from his position,
rocking and rolling his way round the room.
he’s had his exercise routine down pat for some time now:
head up, arms back, arching, as a bow,
like a skydiver falling in free flow;
straight leg raises whilst supine,
like a toppled “L” in recline.
he knows where he wants to go,
what he wants to do.
his way through is clear,
no thought of fear
clouds his mind.
I hope he never forgets.