A New Song of Innocence and Experience
after “Paula, I” by Carlos Muro Aguado (Madrid 1947-)
A child’s eyes are full of vulnerable curiosity,
a sense of wonder tinged with a touch of fear,
no sign of adult defiance or animosity,
they look straight at you, but you almost hear
those questions of what we’re doing, why we’re here
starting to grow. A child’s eyes trust
that a mother knows, a father can, a sheer
unblinking faith they hold to because they must,
a faith that slowly turns into something more,
a gentleness easily lost, the necessity of care
too fragile, too valuable to possibly ignore
with no pretentiousness, no sign of despair
when the predictable is full of possibility
to eyes enabled by the mischief of naivety.