Still A Kid

Didn’t you fear me?
So fragile, so young
screaming my innocence
through the windy shallows
and the mossy wood?

I’d count the constellations
like cracks in the sidewalks
under my toes
as I skipped home.

Wonder would spill over
onto my denim-clad stomach
as I stared into the vast unknown,
smiling at the giants
who stared down at me.

Didn’t you fear me?
So brave, so bold
as water seeped
into my sand-gritted hair
from the bayside dunes.

I would imagine lovely people
smiling at me
from the rushing train cars
of the bustling city
that might surround me.

rush, rush
they whispered to me.

Oh, but don’t you fear me now
as I walk away
from the adventure
and into the mist without you?

Don’t you wonder
where I may go?