Quicksand ~ it must have been!
Lightly rubbing a pair of crusty eyelids,
pulling at the telltale tracks of roundabout memories
with half-shuttered eyes, I thought back – I looked inwards.
I fell deep into a remembrance
of last night’s restless wanderings.
* * *
Hoisted above the bustling crowd for a panoramic view,
the dreamy camera scanned the field for fond and familiar faces.
Reviewing scene after scene, and frame by frame quite quickly,
my spirit searched and soared for the long sought verification.
Then suddenly, and by surprise, there came a face I recognized!
In an instant, the focal point had zoomed in on its beloved goal.
Alone on a park bench lay the sleeping little boy.
His ball glove made for a pillow,
as his bat nestled between his knees.
A visible innocence was clearly displayed in this crystallized vision,
which seemed to insure the safety of his youthful ambition.
Knowing full well the toddler’s name,
the wishes and dreams that once were mine…
Feeling torn between two worlds, I braced for a collision!
~ When out of the blue came the life that spread between us ~
* * *
Ah! The boy and I – misunderstood from the start.
Taken to be something more,
something other than Nature intended –
something other than tingling sensations,
wavy red locks, and freckled cheeks
that easily blush when teased.
* * *
Many thanks to Niamh Clune
for including my poem and me in this grand anthology!
THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT