The Clothes I Grew Up In

The clothes I grew up in as a boy certain memories attach – fields and walls, woods I spent whole days dreaming in, moss covered paths that led deep and quietly into a world of scented pine and blue filtered light and drowsy afternoons where the ladyslipper offered me my first exotic scent and wintergreen refreshed. To these I returned some time ago, as if to my childhood clothing, only to find that Time, mistakenly, had cast them all away as though I had outgrown them.