Small girl with big laugh,
The tickle of a ladybird’s feet
The glob of an earthworm
On the palm of your hand,
The silky stroke of the grass heads
On your arms and shoulders and face
As you stagger your way through the big field.
You are smallAnd in love with daisies,
In love with the billy goat
Whose head you rub with your head,
You talk to the dog
Because she is family,
You are outside all the time,
Scratching with a stick
Where the chickens scratch.
Your mother tells you
The names of the flowersAnd shows you that she likes butter
In the shine
Of the buttercups
Under her chin,
You know not to eat them
But she lets you eat primroses,
Their softness gums
To the roof of your mouth
Like the names of the flowers.
Your father carries you in a blue backpack
With canvas that rasps under your nails
And cold metal struts
That sting your legs.
You hold your father’s curls in your hands.
You are tall now,
The sun is your friend,
You belong to everything,
And everything belongs to you,
You are not indivisible,
You are everything in the world.