Because of the Smile of Adam's Adorable Son? (#13)

(*disclaimer: ugh.)

there is a reason my attention
gains a singularity of purpose
every time a child walks into the room.
It reminds me of relativism,
and that sometimes the difference
between spring and winter
is the immeasurable gap between green and white,
I don’t know what a color spectrum is,
and I know if you ask someone small
what jubilance is,
she may laugh at your familiarity with the dictionary
and show you
without knowing it.
Ignorance is bliss is only half true.
No child is ignorant,
they just have not yet learned
to hide the truth.
When hotels are mansions,
and oceans are measured in chlorine-stained hair,
wisdom floats with all the acuteness
of the honesty
we hid under our shoe-soles,
when we believed we could define
what “growing up” is.