…a pinhole look into the life of one not-so-ordinary girl.
This poem has previously been posted here.
I couldn’t resist posting again, as it is one of my favorites (if I may say so about my own poetry). I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Where did your imagination take you when you were young?
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
I used to climb every tree in sight when I was young.
They were ladders to the sky and every branch a rung.
I would wait for a cloud to surround my little frame,
To float away with the vapor and become the same.
“Please take me up and far away from the home I know
To an island or jungle – the farthest you can go.
I cannot wait to leave here; I do not want to be
Among the mixed, fretful world of those taller than me.”
I leaned back on a rung and thought about whom I’d miss,
Touched my lips to palm and blew my family a kiss.
A cloud floated above me; shaded my squinting eyes.
I couldn’t blink or speak a word for its alarming size.
The cloud then parted and I saw rays of light stream through.
The sunlight surged through my front and out of my back, too.
I felt a warmth inside me burst out from every pore,
And sat there in silence, stunned; for how long – I’m not sure.
I looked up once again; saw the cloud go on its way.
But, the light that flowed into me warms me still today.