Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted September 27, 2008 |
Just when do our imaginations become jaded?
When I was Small
by adewpearl
for those with childlike appreciation of the world
When I was small, when small things held wonder, when it took so little to delight, I'd marvel as ants moved through my ant farm, tunneling sand day into night. When I was small, before science mattered, when I was accepting of what things seemed, I'd train my gaze on magic antics of bouncing Mexican jumping beans. When I was small, unsophisticated, brightly dyed gravel in goldfish bowls seemed to me bits and pieces of beauty set in water for me to behold. When I was small, naive and untraveled, I kept baby turtles with painted shells under plastic palm trees on plastic islands where they held me for hours beneath their spells. For years I have felt no fascination for tunneling ants or pieces of stone, for when I was small, I knew so little - but now I know better since I am grown. |
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