Unbroken

Unbroken
eleven years old

Wandering arm, twisted 
spine and turned-in leg
stumbling

He falls, landing hard
picks himself up
one expects complaint

None comes. 
Other parents turn away
afraid to see

their children
not scared, 
although they stare

Bird’s steady gaze
deep, warm walnut
holds theirs    

He ferries knowing
like prayer 
You could meet me here.