“The blues had a baby and they called it rock and roll.”

Muddy Waters

Someone once said that “Without the word “baby,” there can be no rock and roll.” From over 40 years of listening to the blues’ child, I believe it!

How did we adopt a word for the most innocent of human beings as a term of endearment for our beloved? What does that say about us?

Such speculation fades in the glimpse of reflected sunlight off of a car windshield. Such musings cease in the plethora of birdsongs. There’s only a blue sky filling with cumulous clouds, and a neighborhood bathed in noon sunlight.

Oh, baby

just this moment

here and now

this sudden ecstasy

in simplicity

Tanka Poets on Site: Gerry Muse #398. Prompt for 16th March 2024 Baby