no need for foundations
and plans
a two year old can build
a castle
in the air of confidence
dreams are the stuff
of cloud capped towers
each lettered block
balanced
just
so
a K solidly
stacked on a U
a T precarious
on a Y
an O placed
with cavalier care
on a wobbly M
(or is that an upside down W)
a double attempt
topples it
and
as
each
block
tumbles
the laughter rises
higher and higher
and soon the zigzag
spire
stands anew
oh, my young architect of amazement
you teach me a crazy alphabet
of delight
and make me child enough to hope
that if the world should fall
little hands
could build it up
Rae Crossman
Published in The Journal of Educational Thought, Volume 27, No. 1