When I grow up
I will be five again.
I can not believe
how far life goes!
How many places to hide
and run to.
I think the world is a voice
with mountains in it.
Storms that clap.
A cupboard with more dishes
than you can ever use
if you never use them twice.
Pictures that weave dreams
into blankets,
that cover everything
with snow and light.
When I grow up,
I will play morning to night,
and forget how long it was
to be old,
before I grew up
in the right place.