Always Giving
Remember
The anticipation
You felt
When your arms
Were new
And sprouting
Above legs
That habitually
Went against
The law
Of gravity
And won?
The greatest gift
Was on the way
And once
Opened
The world
Would never
Be the same
Eventually
Disappointment
Toys broke
Games became
Boredom’s tools
There’s only one
Gift
All gifts
Merely
Wait patiently
And point
Up the road
To the glowing
Horizon
Where
Anticipation
Burns
Without end
And you are
Always
Opening
Always
Squealing
With delight
Because
You play
On a
Trampoline
Woven from a thread
Of infinite variation
