The day dances with a noisy wind, Northern air gusts into Southern fantasies. Baby slumbers sweetly in downy embrace, Face upturned, enraptured. Rhythmic song of breath. I turn, smiling, toward the bustling horizon Arms outstretch in welcome. I ask myself, Is this walk in wonderland my life? I answer, Yes. To this I can only laugh So many hours spent in restless tension Hoping for a bright tomorrow. Ever blind to the brilliant sun of today.