Long black snakes of water behaving like water
Shifting and splashing even when plied to keep its shape.
The learning to swing on a swing the fumbling through childhood foolishness
Trying to adopt an entire colony of baby spiders
Standing behind the eyes of a child who had no fears of today or yesterday
The short memory of bliss in childhood
There are places that never change and places that changed too much
The world shifting as I grew and changing around me
As I sat silently waiting for something
Something I’d been waiting for since I was so small I didn’t know what waiting was
So impatiently for years trying to find what I was waiting for
A whirlwind of childhood who wasn’t thinking of anyone but itself
Is that just how children are or do I feel guilt for decades old memories.
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