Sometimes I wonder
at the world
seen through baby eyes:
the appearance of music,
these happy strangers right there
in front of him,
and this wonderful gypsy swirl of soaring fiddles and trumpets and drums
out of nowhere!
He can't help it,
he bounces and jigs and grooves,
and still unsteady on his feet
wobbles with the effort, almost falling over.
And the magic holds him until the end,
when he remembers there is a new and unexplored territory right here,
and off he goes.