Grasping,
reaching,
touching.
Hands,
you discovered your hands.
You joined them in a dance,
then let them fall to your sides
like leaves in a free fall.
You tug with eagerness
at your colorful toy.
You coo to it and to me.
Red, orange, green, polka dots, and stripes,
make your eyes light up.
Your lips purse together,
bubbles escape them.
I watch with delight,
as if for the first time
watching a miracle.
You choreograph with your fingers
a dance of discovery and beauty.