Tiny things
Shirt sleeves
Front to back
How to dip the spoon
And not spread ice cream everywhere.

All these things confused him.
He knew hundreds of subway stops
Train car facts
Bus routes
A brain stuffed With specific trivia
Couldn’t navigate putting on a pair of pants.

It hurts.
Ice cream trips
Seeing more cream running across a hand, dropped on the table, smeared node to ear.
You get anxious
What am I supposed to do to help when modeling and breaking into steps fails.
He’s anxious
Why are the world so filled with eyes?

If the littlest thing is a massive peak
Rising forth on our horizon
How can big things every be done?
Yet one day he wanted huge

Surfing?
That’s massive.
That’s water pounding you all around
Stopping you
Battering you.
Even with help.
I felt daunted.

But he walked from the water victorious.
Head down.
Eyes swollen.
Overwhelmed by sensation.
Looking like mile 25 of a marathon.
Til he realized
That was him!
He did it.

Then smiles beamed.