hello

What dreams, what images, gallop through an infant’s mind that cause these sudden shifts: grimace to grin? What do they dream of? She has never seen a boat, a horse, a dog, a pack of chewing gum, a blueberry bush, a city bus. What forms do her dreams take?

A smile! With her eyes open. She looks at me looking at her. This is not a dream smile, from unfathomable infant land. Not mysterious. Mischievous. Hello.

I see you.