Toy Wonder

It is a child’s toy, wonder

And they would take it from me-

Saying that I must be certain.

“Discipline, my boy,

and the knowledge of all those before!”

They have held their funerals for wonder

And wept the final tears of adolescence.

Writers, philosophers, teachers

They lean on one another

As an old man on his cane.

Yesterday I awoke-

And left me in my bed last night

The new world kissed me

I stood, sanctified in wonder.