I've Got Pockets

Sitting on the step one day,
contemplating
the nature of things:
the immensity
of the universe, and
complicated life.

Down the street came a lad,
he was, maybe five:
grimy face, and dirty hands,
yet with wonder in his eyes.
His pants were draggin'
but he ran to grab
just one more little stone.
This he crammed
into bulging drawers
with a delighted grin.
When he noticed me,
out came his chest,
his smile big and proud:
"I've got pockets!"

Sitting on the step one day,
contemplating
on the nature of things:
the immensity
of the human spirit, and
simplicity of life.

Dallas D'Angelo-Gary 97