Dreaming On My Tummy

My heart takes a deep breath Soul floats to the south. I care not, I am in the dream zone. Ideas waft in and out of my semi-consciousness I am lying on my tummy on a fluffy white blanket Smack dab in the middle of a bunch of dandelions. A honey bee is diligently working one of them. I watch, entranced. A grasshopper walks by. Memories come swiftly of things my sister and I did In this backyard, in the fifties and sixties, before we found boys. I was going to be Pippi Longstockings, a renegade, a rebel, a pirate. Luckily, I have fulfilled this dream in some ways. Through my paintings, cartoons, stories, and my poetry. I would travel down the Nile and see the sphinx and the tombs. Hieroglyphics would be read by me in a natural, surreal way. It would be a hidden talent even I did not realize I had until now. I would take fabulous photos of the castles on the Rhine River. I would swim with the crocodiles in Africa; why? Who knows? Maybe they don’t even live there. I smirk at this thought. I was going to be an adventurer, an explorer. I watch a grasshopper. When I was a child, lying out here, I knew... I would become world famous, an actress, a movie star. My life would be full of riches. It was, but I did not realize then it was because of people, not things.