a split second

by Amy

north of the united states, in the middle of school and totally consumed with that which he wishes to consume…he sits.  not in a chair, not at his table but in the middle of it all, on top of it all.

and i love him in this moment too much to move him.  or help him.  or worry about him falling.

so i watch him.  try, try, try again but with little success.  no screaming, no anger, just repeated attempts to get what he wants.

eventually he signs “more” with expectant eyes and i go forth to save the day.  elbow deep in the container of gold, he has his reward and the world is right.

all in a split second.