She curls in my arm,
head on my chest, offers
a gentle smile which melts
me and I stroke
her small shoulder,
as Sid the Sloth
and Manny the Mammoth,
two bodhisattvas,
smile back at us
from the TV screen.
Enlightenment isn’t
something you seek,
it’s a five-year old who
sits next to you
on the sofa on a warm
evening in July.