Wednesday, May 4, 2011

that little girl

this morning, in that moment before awareness
i smelled the warm air suspended in my room
and i remembered
being young in the summer
with dirty feet and tangled hair
running out of the cooled garage
into the white light
across the street to the tree house
carpeted in leaves and shadows
jumping off of rough bark
with hands around twisted rope
to swing out into the sky

and i woke with tears in my eyes,

homesick for that little girl


  1. You have such a way with words. Too be younger again...ahhh....

  2. i loved that treehouse. i miss our playdates.