Babies look stupid.
They bobble like jello. 
They fall and laugh.
They fall and cry.
Always falling, falling, falling.

They stumble,
Drunken winos
Crashing, breaking,
All within reach.

They do not care. 
They do not embarrass.
But take the next step.
Take the next step.

And then?

They turn into ballerinas, gymnasts, sprinters, and strongmen.
They turn into builders, hauling bricks to make palaces.
They turn into surgeons, standing hours to stitch a new heart.
They turn into teachers, chaperoning the next brood.

Babies don’t care.
Be a baby.