Loving the lusciousness, splash of a bath;
lying awake in a bed or a cot,
loving the singing, the chorus, the noise
when grown ups try stopping but no, they are not
listening or clocking his shout and his meaning
to sing out in gusto, splash without malice, enjoy
all his loudness of manna and life force, bread
basket living by singing with passion instead.
Loving tonality, simply momentous,
he warbles his words and intensity lifts
a dramatist’s hand by directing the feeling
and his hand is an actor’s and so the scene shifts
into silence, a calmness, the wind now has dropped
and a clock’s movement stopped because he is stealing
asleep to rest nerve, bones and blood in his veins
as he flicks off the switch on a wonderful thundering day.