A child
           wallowing in a sandy pool
           arms flaying
           touching the essence of the sea,
           his communion with being.

           He stands turns
           one eye
           no nose to catch the fragrance,
           he walks
           convulsive movements threaten control.

           A child
           his father encourages discovery,
           the rippling tide bathes his feet
           not mindful of his imperfection.

           He laughs
           as white foam drinks the sand
           the joy of the splash,
           he turns
           in convulsive movement runs
           to his sandy pool.

           The child
           becomes my teacher

           The comprehension of my
           persumed state of perfection
           rocked
           by the perfection of his imperfection