My small boy asks,
"How high is high? —
how low is low?"
I smile, "Why? -
Don't you know?"
"Well-l -" he puzzles,
"I suppose that
high is up to there —"
broad arc of arms toward heaven,
"And low is down to there —"
broad sweep below.
In delight
I laugh,
"You're right!"
Such wide confines
leave all of space
in which to grow.
