Why Should That Mean It Isn't Real?
A poem about a 'child-like faith'
As a girl I thought
That I could ask the winds to change direction
That I could fix the tree trunk that snapped
Just by mixing up a potion
And saying some magic words that sounded
More like praying than anything else.
Did it work?
Was it just my imagination or
Did my kite take flight when I begged the winds to pick it up?
Did I really see that sapling heal over green
After I sprinkled it with my special tincture
From the empty glass vanilla bottle
I took from the spice cabinet shelf?
Maybe it was all in my head.
I was only a kid, after all.
But my mind's eye and memories tell a story
That makes me smile.
Because even if the winds have no mind at all,
It sure felt like they moved for me
Maybe just because I believed.
About the Creator
Kailey Ann
Author Made in Indiana, USA.
-- I #amwriting Fiction, Poetry, and Multimodal Prose.
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Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
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