I have spent days among children.
\nThey are like summer thunder showers,
\nthe flowers of diaphanous curtains,
\nthe cones of pines with mysterious edges.
\nWhile elders go and leave them,
\nnot happily,
\nI come and sit with them,
\na bonus of my leisure,
\nleave taking from the commerce of living.
\nThe elders let me go
\nbecause I am old.
\nThey let me go
\nbecause my eyes have shadows
\nand I move with the ache of eons.<\/p>\n
I do not tell them
\nthat the children know my true nature.
\nThat there is a new race among us.
\nA race of eternal children.
\nThat we hang together
\nin the rich laughter of our love.
\nThat we roll balls,
\nlearn words,
\nand enter the garden of open gates,
\nand feel only kindness
\nfor the flowers we pick,
\nthe ants we pursue,
\nthe birds that call to our fingers
\nreaching for them.
\nThat nothing leaves us
\nwithout the imprint of our play,
\nour eternal memory.
\nOf voices calling from light itself,
\nand our touching,
\nour kissing,
\nthe embrace of our weightless souls.<\/p>\n
The children know me
\nand ask that I pick them up,
\nbeing tallest,
\nand accept me into their tribe.
\nI hid my true self from the elders
\nso many years.
\nI am a child,
\nI am home again.
\nThe elders do not know
\nhow much I love them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I have spent days among children. They are like summer thunder showers, the flowers of diaphanous curtains, the cones of pines with mysterious edges. While…<\/p>\n