Don'T Look the Children In the Eyes

because I was a child I had my eyes above I saw too clearly beyond clouds then the rain came down and grandma took me by the hand to the beehives I stepped into the sticky mud up to my ankles my eyes slipped down when I tasted for the first time the core of the honeycomb too sweet little by little my eyebrows thickened from dandelion to dandelion and baptism after baptism the tiny stars grew roots no more place in the sky for my eyes now when it rains I search in vain my grandma’s big and black umbrella