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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