the soft-blue of unlearning

a mobile, overhead, dangles;
a solar system of
soft blue plastic
commanding a trail of angels,
warding off danger,
blessing the head of a small child
with starshine and mercy --

a brother's sling, shot hard and wild,
the rock diverted by the rotating toy...

helpless as a baby,
or so the saying goes,
helpless? -- perhaps and maybe,
but this child seems to know
visions of things sublime,
and a magic in every wonder,

though "well-meaning" people and time
will tear this heaven asunder.