School Girl musings

I’m sitting here,

Remembering the creek behind my

First real Childhood home(own room, large hill to roll down with my sisters in our tricycles)

That creek, where we’d go as kids—-everyone

All the neighborhood kids,

And play like there was a mansion

And something really cool

And magical,

But, it was

Just a few boards and a piece of rope.

I remember I’d ride my bike all over the place,

Challenging boys to race me

Without worry that I was a girl.

I remember

How I would dream of my crush from

School on the school bus—- closing my eyes to

Imagine

His blonde hair and blue eyes, and imagine

Holding hands with him forever.

I remember how I wanted my

Father to wave to me one

Last time as I got on the bus to school

From the house window adjacent to the bus,

But he wasn’t there, and I was upset.

Everyone on the bus helped me feel better.

I remember coming home from the bus and making dinner for everyone,

Because I wanted to make

The food I liked,

And I really felt grown up using the stove.

I remember making up stories to write about in school about the huge field next to my house, on the school bus,

And my teacher wondering if it was true or not——because it was too fantastical to be true.

But, the school bus

Feels like

A lot of people and

A lot of

Things

To me,

And I can’t just explain it,

In one verse.