The Miracle of Memories

My breath once scattered seeds of dandelions. I stared in moments lost to grains of sand. Walked among the nighttime stars in wonder; Held golden leaves within my youthful hand. Watched a shoestring dangle through the wide eyes of a kitten. So much older then was I, my life unwritten. I touched an eagles’ feather, wondered why or whether, Others felt such wonder in their heart. Cold handlebars of bikes and dust or rust the likes of which Were Layered on much older things than I. I watched a paper airplane fly, a barrel burning in the yard, Ate fruit right off a growing tree, and found it’s not so hard To wonder what it means to be. Life is still like that for me, Filled with mighty miracles I wish each heart could see.