Childhood Uncovered
Lost in the years of my childhood:
memories of laughing and singing,
going on picnics, trips to the beach,
searching for treasures along forgotten trails.
These are not there for me.
Lost in the years of my childhood:
a home full of children and puppies,
loud birthday parties with clowns,
sleepovers with smores and late movies.
These were not there for me.
Found in the years of my childhood:
no school friends but new teachers,
movers and packing up again and again,
being the new kid every year ad nauseum.
These were always there for me.
Slow Burn
Outside in the middle of a corn field at midnight,
a 10-year-old girl imagines travelling towards
a supermassive black hole buried deep
in the constellation Sagittarius, and wonders
if she can arrive home yesterday in time for pie.
Is it Monday yet?
Today’s a day like any other
The sun come up, its rays goes further
There is no pattern to adopt
It’s almost as if our time is stopped
Another list of things-to-do
It never seems to change, boo hoo
Discovery of other places dropped
It’s almost as if our time is stopped
Days blend like colours badly spread
Plans are cancelled months ahead
Trips to the grocery become unclocked
It’s almost as if our time is stopped
All poems © April 2020
