David

The first time I went to Florence,
I rounded the corner of the Accademia
And there was Michelangelo’s David.

No photo, or collection of photos,
Had prepared me for the grandeur of that
Enormous white sculpture, standing,
Casually, intently, lithe and perfect.

Some years later, I made my family wait
Until I could be in position to watch
Their faces as they rounded the corner
To see this wonder for themselves.

It didn’t disappoint.
Eyes widen, gasps of awe, irrepressible smiles.
Absolute amazement at this wonder,
Unique in the world.

I wonder if the angels greet each new child
With similar exuberance and surprise:
“He did it again!”

Maybe we should, too.