He stares through shadows with wavering eyes:
Today it is jellyfish.
Sheets swirl with the morning tide
As light shimmers in refracting windows;
He swims to the surface.
His mother, mindful to his transforming views
Conceals herself.
She recalls several months prior when he looked at her as a predator.
But today, it is jellyfish.
Quiet and sensitive,
He glides through the world unnoticed.
An octopus appeared some time ago,
Made him reach and grab in a spontaneous flurry of impulses
Before disappearing in an illusion of black water and ink.
A gull flew recently,
Opportunistic and selfish,
He soared above others
Boasting the supremacies of freedom and adaptation.
Some say it's a phase:
Where every day is unique.
There are many windows into the world,
Soon, he will choose his.

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