Midnight Stroll

Just when lights go out
you open your eyes
and decide it’s time
for a midnight stroll.

We saunter about the kitchen
as you stare out from the blanket bundle
with your little wise old elf face.

You wrinkle your tiny forehead
and furrow your almost invisible eyebrows,
looking about quizzically as you ponder some deep truth
until the rapid flutter of your tongue
through pursed lips reveals your babyness
phantom nursing…

You were just spacing out
and daydreaming of milk after all.