Thursday, April 7, 2011

thursday poem


swimming in a stream
it feels like an ocean
but i surface
and then,
camp alpine
i was a child then
too young to know
but i thought i did
the smell of pine
woke me up
if i could rewind
to any time
it'd be then
so i could tell
my 12-year-old self
to walk slower,
breathe deeper,
love longer

1 comment:

Ging said...

Me too. I would like you to be 12 again and I wouldn't mind it myself-but only for a day. I like where I am and I like where you are too.