When we were children, there were endless days
of light and rain, warmth and winds, lakes and woods,
berries in thickets and hidden birds
singing on the branches overhead.
Now trapped by Here! and Over there!
By Sit and Stand, Talk and Remain silent,
Earning our living . . . earning the right to live?
Do we grow up only to let go the golden days
and starlit autumn nights that promised
to last forever?
They wait for us.
They whisper behind our backs, just out of sight…
but not beyond our reach.
Close your eyes.
Stretch out your hand.
Original draft saved 8 March 2013.