It’s something like 106 and the sweltering mirage seeps into my vision
as I pause for a long moment under the mesquite
dreaming about a river or the ocean.
Days such as these are meant to be poems or paintings,
scenes in a film.
You lose yourself in the sky.
Childhood memories creep into moods,
the glances of two friends,
little ones again…
in a black and white photograph,
Before the sarcasm of background noises
rearranges our senses,
the little ones play so long and hard
they pretend not to hear the call to come in.
Journal prompt: Write about childhood memories. Pick one or two feelings that have filtered into your adult life.
Discussion: I chose to write about innocence, a time before self-consciousness when we enter the journey of judgment, competition, shame, and triumph…and now, total distraction. I can remember the heat of the summer and endless long hours of play where we would fall out from exhaustion. As adults many of us have to remind ourselves to take the time to enjoy life.
Copyright © 2014 by Susan E Rowland