As a child

I remember

arms and legs

working

everything into my mouth

pebbles dirt bees

I sang the earth

running rubber knees

kicking the sky swing

standing where the rain just……..stopped

laden fruit trees

I was used to shining light in the dark

glasses in the sun

hiding blindness

running ahead

while looking back

I trip upon the truth

now that I am on

the outside of the mountain

I’m trusting

that

love knows

~~~

Poetry of Light