I lived in trees
As a kid
Sometimes upside down
Like a lazy possum,
A swinger like Tarzan.
The world was different.
Green all around;
Blue above
With clouds.
Imagination was my emperor,
My pal.
It walked beside me everywhere
Like a happy shadow.
The wind tugged
whispering
To become a bird;
To sprout wings;
To tempt fate;
To fly.
I was Alexander the Great;
Genghis Khan
And even Plato or Aristotle
Sometimes.
John Wayne in Horse Soldiers,
‘A saber-rattling good picture’,
Was my favorite.
Pirates stood second
In line.
Laughter was contagious.
A mutually beneficial virus.
Life was simple;
Easy to understand.
My super light body
Survived on fragile limbs
That swayed
Threatening to send me back
To the mud world.
Now I’m big;
Heavy.
My bones are brittle
Like thin ice.
In the mornings
I merge with
Rush hour
Traffic.
There’s a mortgage to pay.
It’s madness.
Parasites nibble at my mind.
Be always safe,
Karen
and the way you write. Stanzas 4 and 5 remind me of a poem
I wrote a year or so ago (and for which I won a $50 prize).
Perhaps I'll post it some day soon. - gene.
Ingeborg