Into childhood I go
From suburban sidewalks to beachy shores
I lay my childhood foundation
sometimes a leafy thorn
I walked those sidewalks, barefoot, friendships were born
Β the neighborhood, in a circle it goes around
free & feeling each step like a new born
the air was sun, & the sights I did see
nature offering me her decree
each home & lot musically contained
some I thought so warm & some I would refrain
magic & innocence it needed no name
it burns inside, like a candle flame
I saw it in the trees around our house
they would whisper & call
can’t we just play, my favorite game
diamond light shimmering I would claim
long flowing hair, patterns, strawberry pillow sew
I would walk in the sun
in rhythm & movement ethereal undone
nothing to know
Into childhood I go
the streets, the grass, the way she would stand, & how he called to me
I saw it everywhere, each car & car ride, it is so alive & in colors too
If it was not present, I would wonder why, frustrated ~ I must fly
but in a twinkle of time, it bore again, in the next moment
I felt it again
the white dining table and the doors of glass spill out to the backyard
mysterious & divine I breathed it in many a time
it was so thick, I thought surely all saw & felt it too
the family room palette velvety purples pinks & bricks
mix with Jackson Pollock & a French milieu
the naps on the fusion of colors, I looked up & saw the bluest sky
but was inside, inside of me
if the TV bored me, I would look out the window
nature revealed to me, as it does to its young
it spoke a language no one else spoke of
don’t you feel what I feel?
I could not articulate my words
I fell to my knees when I saw a bird
its song of heaven, it knows the way
I would run up & down the carpeted steps, as if flying in a delirious sway
dinner in the air, toaster & oven lights, sounds in the kitchen
a meal of delight
why is everyone so serious, it’s alright to laugh during a meal, oh my these flavors
all so surreal, yet real
major, minor, life savors, & highly favored
I dream & fly an endless kite
it’s going to be a good night
in the morning we would walk to school
head West, books in hand, friends at my side
walking is freedom, too bad the destination was prison
except for first grade, the rest was futile, you must be kidding
none taught an expanded view, like on top of a hill & touching the sky
restrictions, rules, ridiculous sighs
I divorce you now like I did then
certainly some day your manual will end
all will be born again, as the true child sings
merry a melody, neither too fast nor too slow
perfect in the breeze, green light go
Into childhood I go
yes, some candy & cupcakes will do, pretty napkins and plates too
green apple perfume & green apple now & laters to chew
dodge ball in the street, our door, we leave it unlocked
with the rain of showers,Β the thunder I felt its power
I walk now again the suburban sidewalks of youth
open to the path, the sun, the light, the fairy takes the tooth
everything so textured & new, Paul Klee’s abstract would take me away for hours
in my mind my imagination wouldΒ turn, he must know the dance of the formless form
norms, what norms?
platforms, transform, a stage to perform
new art forms, free form, life forms
all held in uniform
I sled in the snow, took to the gold of Autumn’s glow,
new rising in Spring, in the Summer cool off with a trip to Westwood
the water in the pool drew me closer to Source
the flow, the ease, zero force
above & below the wingspan of the crow
Into my childhood I go
such plenty I notice in each flower
fresh eyes newly cleansed in a sun shower
I walk the suburban streets of my childhood again
everything swirling moving like zen
Would you like to take my hand?
mystical, grand, we stand
all we know, like a child
& Edgar Allen Poe
Into childhood I go
the trumpet sounds
Into childhood I go
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