Amusingly Small
When I was amusingly small,
not yet to my dad’s waist,
which lasted no time at all,
(the small part that is)
since I quickly grew very tall.
But way before that
when I was a smaller-scale person,
not yet in school,
the notion of other people and places,
a visceral potion of unknown spaces.
Do people in Virginia look like us in Kentucky?
When it rains in Florida, do your shoes get muddy?
Are all brothers like my brothers?
Can Unicorn’s fly?
Well I know the answer to that one.
Of course Unicorns do fly!
The dreams of ‘somewhere else’
thrum strong and beyond
a cauldron of emptiness, the vast unknown.
Who and what lives out there beyond
my house and my street?
How different from me are the people I’ll meet?
How far can I go on these two feet?
But mostly I know someday I will find
a remembrance of the amusingly
smaller-scale person left behind.
Copyright © Margie Boehmer | Year Posted 2015
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