Child

He clenches to a support laying forward
 fidget, looks left and right
 jumping and landing on a single foot
and back to a sullen being and soon after frigid
indifferent to chaos and commotion
blows and battering
 rubbing palms.
 Now an approximate fifteen degree shift
 indifferent to treachery, trampling
 but resemblance those teary eyes
 yet unflinching his prolonged stare
 jaws resting upon the support
 watching an orthogonal motion
 and finally a look over squinting at the onlookers
 pausing to witness an intoxicating mess
and thank God he did muttered
 babble I could hardly grasp
 poking index finger to the nose
and returns to his state of eerie silence.