He wobbles
little toes curled
clawing
with effort
to stay upright.
I envy
his earnestness
he knows
he will fall
the tiny defeats
are built in
to the journey.
What shorted out
our evolution
to make us believe
as adults
that we must never
stumble?
When I am old
I don’t want
to wear purple
I want to
wear
out
my resistance
to loss.