Watching Lucy

watching lucy

A moment of quiet.
The eye of a storm.

I scarcely dare breath
lest my slightest movement

tip
time forward and the world come rushing in.

Lucy is still.

Only her tiny fingers work the object she holds.
Only her delicate intake of breath breaks the silence as

she stares intently
and tries to know what she holds.

Like trying to touch water without making ripples

I stare at Lucy.

For a brief eternity
The world is mysterious
and we chase our imaginations through fairytale forests.

Then

she remembers
and looks up at me

and we smile.

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