I am a Child…

I am a Child...

I am a child
Of hands apart.
I sway to scattered muses
Tethered to reluctant arms.
I scamper down rubato paths
Lined with fine green mist
And twisted blades
Of fiberless grass.
I have a meeting
With the elders of open worlds
And free-roaming beginnings.
I will reunite with friends
And sing them my joys.
What lies beyond this towering hillside
I may never know,
Or want to know.

Art: “Spring, Plum Blossoms, Pontoise”
Camille Pissaro

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