Crawling

Grabbing the ground like a muslim kissing God on his prayer mat
He releases his sun brushed palms trying to hold his reflection on the ceramic floor
Lying on his milk filled belly, he still manages to fall on the side of his red blushed cheek, a laugh escaping from an attempted cry
Feet spread apart, he gazes up for a breath and a smile, as movement wraps his curious body
Moving it in various directions at once
Glory is in his every gesture as he sways forward to nothing
Feeling, seeking, exploring with his whole flesh