ten tiny toes dangle low over the water next to me
beneath duelling band shells of cherry tree light
furrowed brow
under an ink black fringe
busy fingers
folding, practice
where only giants, mermaids
eloquent animals and other
rather imperative imaginings
only four-year-old wisdom dictates
may frolick in his stillness

his sofu says tsuru
brings good luck and peace
and the patience of one thousand
will summon a wish from the wild, but
these diligent little hands
care nothing for peace
as they've never seen war
and they know no difference
between fortune and faith
and in so being
would rather fold a fish --
they've naturally mapped the creases
of unsupervised noontime expedition
beetle capture glee
learnt the angles of determination
and felt out the courage enough to swim
as the big sakana do against all ease
all muscle
leaping up a waterfall

he presents to me his finished fish
shuts his eyes
wishes on it anyway
drops it into the lazy flow of the stream
and I would bet my Japanese symbolism
that wish
was not sunk in vain

(alternate title: possibly presumptuous personality profiling of a preschooler)

oh, and..."tsuru" = "crane" [:
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