odin

didn't get his hospital pix

he came home to a used bassinet

and playpen to graduate to

but he lifted his head right away

his neck seems strong tho his uncle

seems to think he hasn't much control.

i'm not a baby person.

i don't compare them. i can't.

i can't remember the small months

the helplessness , the lack  

and control. but his eyes 

hold the wonder i had once and i can feel it

the desire to know. or the trapped ness?

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odin'a eyes

seem to drift apart when

seen from far away as if

the muscles battle each other as if

chameleon controlled .

up close they peer into mine

wonder and knowledge combine

as if he knows i'm ok, cuz i'm holding

the good stuff. he sucks it down

eyes never break contact. 

i;ve heard him cry, but only with reason.

hey i'm hungry, been gnawing my fist for seasons!

i need to burb or splat or shit, 

help me, don't make me make a fit.

he's all potential unknown

i hope he gets to feel a home.