Wand-erers

I saw the bird mince the sky
with its whipping wings
creating currents to shoo the breeze
which touch and tickle the face of me

Why has it been so difficult to embrace the magnitude of wonder, to submit freely to those things that seem so much bigger than us? As if it was a soap bubble blown by the giggling child who dropped her wand to appease her newest fancy, we have learned to not trust wonder. But wonder is as real as it is inside you or me, he or she, or all of us. We just have to want it. We just have to.