{in the middle}

this is what youth looks like.

inside i still feel this way.
{innocent. bold. without limits.}

i wonder what
those girls would say
if they knew
i don’t feel
any different
than they do.

{not one bit.}

a friend
received a photo of himself
from another friend on facebook.
he’s running
up
and
over
a sand dune
flying.
it was 20 years ago
and also
yesterday.

perhaps that is the gift
we give each other
in the middle
of our lives.
the recognition
of each other’s inner teenager.
the girl in me
who dances
until three
in the morning.
the boy in him
for whom the laws
of gravity
do not apply.

3 comments

  1. Yes, I am finding this true now…beginning to look in the mirror and wonder where my 20-something self went, because I am still she inside. My mother, well into her 80s, looking at pictures of herself would say, “Who is that old woman? I am still a girl inside.” I think this is, perhaps, the first stirring of our soul speaking openly to us, rather than playing hide and seek.

    1. “This is, perhaps, the first stirring of our soul speaking openly to us, rather than playing hide and seek.”
      That is both beautiful and true.
      Thanks for your poignant comment.

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