JUMPING
STREAMS
I
think of childhood
Jumping
streams.A day that began in
Day dream. I loved
That mid-air feeling
A shore footed landing
On the other side.
Life
was like that at
Twelve
years oldBravely challenging
Balancing harvesting
Wonder. Put me in a
Class in a uniform
Of cute chatter
And I fell mid-stream.
I
stood there among peers
In
their neat clipped Lives, along stuffy
Corridors. Out of
The whole class,
I was always first,
Out
through the door when
The
bell woke me.