The Unknown Destination

I knew destinations of my entire body, my hairs' destination was a hand with a brush, that dressed it. My forehead's destination was two caressing lips, my nose's destination was smell of my feeding mother, my eyes' destination was a kind face, the most beautiful face I have ever seen, as long as It remained before, I waived my hands and kicked the air and you will not believe what I saw in the air and what I kicked, my laughter, when I saw instead of going away it came closer to me. Was it an Angel, or an infant's optical illusion! And my whole body's destination was a mother washing it, cleaning it, drying it with a towel, and spreading talcum powder on it, that had a pleasant smell, blended with the loving smell of my mother. As an infant I knew my all destinations. The cruel time took all one by one! Making me a traveler of an unknown destination.