I seemed small too once
and moved apace.
My hands opened doors and I ran
Out, out looking for treasures.
Come back and put your mess away!
My apronless mother calls from the porch.
Do I want the big or the little cup?
A red or blue one?
How could I know,
the boy confused by joy
who couldn't place
his own gasping?
It seemed so easy then,
Nathan Woods, editor/overlord