This little poetic thing fell out of me and I wanted to share.
Izzie at the Aquarium
“She’s fearless,” my mother-in-law says
about my 17-month-old daughter,
watching her walk through the crowded Georgia Aquarium
without looking back.
Her doting father –
my doting husband –
trails her with the camera, imploring,
“Look at the fish.”
Isadora is not interested in the fish.
Only the stairs, carpeted or marbled,
and her newfound ability to climb them.
the green chest 