I see him picking up an empty can,
carefully, trying to coordinate his limbs,
adjusting his grip, pausing, slipping,
until he gets it upright, and reaches for the smaller can
to slowly lower it into the other,
he misses twice, but does not relent
nor does he let me do it for him,
instead, he tries again, and again
until he finally gets it right,
and then gingerly, the prestige of the trick
lowering the cap onto this contraption
breathing slowly…and aha – it’s done,
and he turns to me, triumphant look on his face,
hand paused in mid-air, waiting for that all-important clap
that we happily oblige him with..and his face lights up
my 10 month-old Rohāmrta and nature at work,
learning a new skill, never grows old
even when you do.