Perspectives

Their hands are clasped together
resembling a sleeping bird
the mother’s barely larger than the child’s
emanates energy and warmth
her copper hair forms a protective canopy
over them both

Together in the barren field
they lean against the bright flanks of summer
the mother’s eyes like shutters
closed against the anticipated storm
the child’s wide as the ocean
directed at the train tracks
of a double rainbow promising flight
and longed for adventure