What is this?
Am i walking in dreams?
For once i was but a young girl
Playing in the backyard,
Sitting on the picnic table my father built
Making mud pies with a sprinkle of lilac flowers from that tree over there,
In the corner
By the living room window.
The sweet lilac aroma would waft throughout our trailer when in bloom.
Oh, and how i would take flight out the door every morning
Feet ready to hit the cool grass, or ice skate
Depending the season.
Making forts with whatever debris we could collect and an old blanket mom did not mind getting messed.
Grass stains on skin
And dandelion glow under the chin.
Ice balls in hair and rosey cheeks aglow.
Yes, she is with me still,
And she stops me sometimes to wonder,
Reminding me how much I am
Everything and all.
Black off the shoulder dress,
Patterned with little pink flowers.
Tan and sand brushed.
Last time I wore it was in Egypt.
A beautiful night, it was.
Clear and star filled.
I feel everything all at once when I look at.
Dancing long after they hurt.
Laughed and smiled so much;
People thought I was drunk.
It has a hole in it I never fixed,
I kept it anyway.
So there it hangs with a variety of other
Time to sew it up or let it go.
Round and round
Trying to grasp anything
As it passes by.
And the tea kettle whistles
Bringing me back
And I put my feet upon the floor
Ready to live more.
More than ever.
I look at my feet
And try to will them to move.
Just keep moving.
(if you are feeling empty that means you can be filled up)
Step to the floor and stand up dear girl.
Don’t let your mind go under.
Lift your gaze from the ground.
Stop misplacing your mind.
It does not leave you
But you do.
(try to smile and move if just a little bit)
In the beauty of a new day.
Set your feet firmly
And be thankful.