There was a time when I tasted sunshine.
The clouds, the grass, the very earth,
Yielded to my exploration
And surrendered their secrets.
A time when I slept on hair
Still wet from a bubble bath,
And counted promises on soap bubbles.
A time when I could revel in pictures
Found in boiling clouds. And, even now,
As I resign myself to the mundane passage
Of days filled with fluorescent lit skies
And paper clouds, I think I can still feel
The grass beneath bare feet
And a secret whispered into my ear.
By the passing breeze strong
Enough to carry a kite.
---Kristy Baker, 741 Hathaway drive,
Apt 206 D
Colorado Springs, CO