Field Notes

One day, by the water

A child stood at the tap,
letting the water rush out.

“Maybe a little less,” I said,
and turned the tap down.

Ruuush.
Click.

Ruuush.
Click.

After a few rounds,
a hand appeared beneath the stream,
sending water flying.

Then a cup.

Filled with water.
Lifted.

Splash.

Water spread across the floor.

Giggles.
Squeals.

Then,
the child picked up a mop
and began to wipe the floor.

Perhaps this is how we meet the world.