I am that little girl that
Strolls below outside
Each morning as she makes her way
She calls to me to wander too
And I oblige
And slip into her day
We sing off key
Completely unselfconsciously
And kick the stones before our toes
Propelling them
Surprised
While we float upward
Lost in skies
Where nothing presses us
The rapid runners paddle by
Insouciance is our stride
We drift the outer current
Where all the world is wide




Saea Mathews     March 2016