Monday, March 23, 2009

chalk


Remember the days out under the warm spring sky
with our bucket of shattered chalks laying out on the side?
Drawing a line between me and my friend
telling her not to cross this line.
I protected it like it was my territory,
something that couldn't ever be penetrated into.
But as time passed
and things changed
I enjoy sitting on my desk with a pencil than a chalk.
A piece of blank paper
than a solid concrete space
In the dark
rather than the sun
and i think back
unexpectedly saying, 'wow. I've changed a lot.'
Now that i had accepted the content change
i think back again
Unexpectedly saying, 'wow, i miss those times'
Because i remember back in the day,
when this was something i wanted to do for the rest of my life.
Bringing. dreams. alive.

1 comment:

Audrey said...

Hmmm...many, many times over the course of your life, you will look back and reflect on the changes you have made. Sometimes, we long for what was, but I always think that it is better to long for what is to come. Good poem.
xoxoxo