The mathematics of childhood

Whenever she holds heaven near,

all else cloaks the grip of empty time

in Maddie's point of view,

a gospelled game of steps,

of chasing tales east and west

to pace the measure, zebra crossings

ciphered into fictive correlations,

names unwrapped to find the taste of fate,

of lessons boxed within,

that there is nothing bigger

than the little things