Homunculus
Explaining to my little man
about proportion,
he responds with feeling:
a picture of daddy
with thousands of fingers.
Sensory and motor cortex
guiding the felt-tip pen,
big tongue lolling as he draws.
A little man with huge hands,
fingers like eyelashes.
My son looks over, all coy,
mini version of his father.
Flash in time, distance,
proportionality: three
purple artichoke flowers
held in one giant hand.
Oranges and almonds,
painted pigeons on the wing.
The sun’s eye ablaze behind
Green Horse Mountain.
Breath held, he waits,
heart a flutter of bat wings,
rising wall of sound:
frogs raucous in the Riu Girona.
Crush of water mint,
my lips press to a smile.
Picture of worship, I kneel,
At his too small feet.
Eliot North is a writer-doctor living in Valencian Country, Spain. They have been published in print and on-line for their poetry/prose/hybrid work… but not for AGES! Long story, but they are back writing after a hiatus and sometimes go on the site formally known as Twitter @eliot_north www.dreleanorholmes.com