Edges, slipping away
pieces of Peace
returning to what I dreamed of, but
so quickly forgot when
fear took over.
This is how it used to feel,
this is how it looked – how can time leave and return as if
nothing happened in between ?
I will never understand it all completely, and that
in itself is such a liberation…
My friend Tana says my poems are arrogant and
even difficult to understand,
oh Tana, isn’t this what we knew when we were kids
and then we slipped away and forgot to stand on edges
we forgot to climb trees, among the other ways we forgot
to be, didn’t we ?
I do not ever want to be afraid again, or pretend I
understand it all. A child is happy to ask, to seek, knock,
they are unafraid of being smaller than the universe,
we are so much smaller than we know, aren’t we ,
and isn’t that why kids climb trees and stare at
books or bears and worms, isnt that why they are willing
to risk so much : new roads and dare…
I forgot to dare….
did you ?