Before,
long before, I knew that God
Hadn't
survived the storm,
My
child's sense of justice
Held
firm to an ordered universe.
Now,
as I witness a baby's
Wide-eyed
wonder at wind, dogs, and chocolate ,
I
can believe that she will follow
The
path that I treaded.
Like
me, she will, for a time,
Avoid
hunger, cold, and an awareness of indifference.
Unlike
her grandfather, she may bear witness
To
the increasing aloneness that seems inevitable.
With improved linguistics the need to search
Through
the awkward, the human desire to please
Will
be reduced to prescribed communications
That
infallibly capture the objective, without touching skin.
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