Something in my heart
\nthreatens to break.
\nA child will always pick up
\nwhat\u2019s beautiful.
\nThe child will watch the sun
\nfly past all day.
\nA child weighs hours
\nby the weight of shells and marbles,
\nand buries dead birds
\nwith honor and compassion.<\/p>\n
My question is,
\ndoes my youth
\nunderstand my old age?
\nDoes my youth understand
\nnew truth better
\nthan my old age understands
\nold truth?
\nI run to tell
\nwhat I see new,
\nto someone else,
\nthrough a window,
\nunder rain,
\nin a flash of lightning,
\npicking up a penny
\nfor the beauty of its face,
\neverything with awe and wonder.<\/p>\n
And when the sun goes down
\nwhich grain of sand
\nfalls through the hourglass?
\nWill there be another
\nto fall in love,
\nto watch clouds build up,
\nhold dead things
\nand blow life in them,
\nand remember
\neverything I heard
\nfrom the day before,
\nto write new poems
\nin the new time
\nfrom its words,
\nand tell my old age,
\nit\u2019s alright
\nto be so young?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Something in my heart threatens to break. A child will always pick up what\u2019s beautiful. The child will watch the sun fly past all day.…<\/p>\n