All hummingbird and steel,
she lands, stilling a wispy wobble
rippling up her frame
anchored on one
of a few blue tiles
speckled through
the otherwise beige floor.

Tawny eyes fervent, she scans
for the next mark,
brown hair swinging
catching light, as she looks back:
“Mommy, watch!”
then leaps, toe pointing,
reaching to capture
the next blue oasis,
goal, stretch, timing
always and only her mystery
her delight~
a child’s journey
in perfect, present moment.

For Eliza