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 old
Bravely 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
This whole class,
I was always first,
Out through the door when
The bell woke me.
