The Dandelion

 When I was young I used to play with dandelions,

Dancing in the wind

Floating on streams of air that, like music, it played in my ear.

I held a finger to the spore

And made a wish that I'd forget

As soon as childhood went away, but wished it nonetheless

And like butterflies it sailed away, fluttered and played,

Tumbled and swayed

To change a choice that I would make

To hate or love, or stay an age

Each wind would pass me through and through,

And make me question

Only everything that I was

Am

Would ever be

And years later here I am

Among the same trees, same field,

Same dancing family of petals and leaves

Flowers and spores,

And I made a wish this time

To remember who I was

Had always been

Not knowing that I had only wished when I was younger

To know what it was like

To be the age that I am now.

12/11/11