still sense

Too big, she said

and He picked her up

with His Too big hands

and brought her Too far.


Too small, she said

and He brought in another one

Too close, she said

and He put her back

from His Too big hands

and she said, Too far.


then both were with her
in His suddenly not Too big hands
and they weren't Too far, or Too close, or Too small, or Too big, and I'd like to stay just here, she said, and fell asleep. warmth of His hands under her little self, still. rustle of little leaves with her breathing, His breathing.