Contemporary.

I want to be as free as the wind chasing the leaves dancing contemporarily in an artful dance . Swirls of greens and browns . I imagine the rustling sounds are their glee of you can’t catch me . Swinging off trees upside down hair curls cascading like a ladder to the steps of memories . Tumbling down hills with the aid of gravity and shrieking laughter One more scratch won’t stop me and yet years after here I am . Just watching in my heart I want to run amok but my mind reminds
me it’s not age appropriate and my knees creak in agreement. When you are young you want so badly to be older than your tender years . And when you are older how you wish for a moment of throwing a flat stone across the water skipping delighted by the bounce and the outside air In your lungs and not one thought of do I care and I close my eyes to touch such naïveté and I blink back a tear as I sink against an old oak tree as I read .