Try to see again
with the eyes of an infant
Try to remember
when you did not know
the names of things
and so you could not judge them
good or bad

When everything was novel –
a leaf, a cat, the pattern in the carpet
a dandelion clock in microscopic detail
And when your mother blew it
you were astounded!
Delighted by the floating fluff
released upon the air

Try to remember
when to touch was instinctive
Your sensitive fingertips
could see as well, or better
than your short-sighted eyes
and you could taste colours
on your tongue

You reached out for the world
you pulled it in close
You took in tiny details
with curious wonder
That world is still out there
it’s just waiting for you
to remember to look with the eyes of an infant

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