HE LIKES LIGHTS

HE LIKES LIGHTS

August 9, 2025

 

He doesn’t point at the sun yet.  
Maybe because it’s too big,  
too bright,  
too everywhere at once.  

But a string of lights?  
That, he notices.  

He watches them in daylight  
like he’s waiting for them to turn on.  
At night,  
he waits for them to blink back at him.  

The red light glow from the baby monitor  
leveled above his crib.  
The blue numbers on the oven.  
The way the light bounces off the wall  
when it hits the back of my phone.  
Sunlight through the blinds.  
Recessed light hiding in the ceiling.  

He likes them all.  
Every kind.  

Like each one  
is saying hello  
in its own little way.