You celebrate the first steps
which look like what they are, 
a controlled fall. Eyes wide
in joy, in disbelief.

The steps grow varied
in pace in path in purpose.
You're often alone, doing your best
to keep moving somewhere somehow.

Eventually you walk without thinking,
your horizons & paths narrowed--
appointments not destinations.
In rare moments, your eyes open,
your feet fly, knowing nothing
can hurt you till you stand still.