Oh, how fun it would be
to go back to when I was little.
When everything around me
appeared enormous and splendid
and I wished
to one day
just be like that!
Now that I am an adult, not always splendid,
I just wished the little girl
would reappear and take me by the hand,
holding on to me tightly
and telling me to just laugh.
There were no worries,
and sadness did not last,
I just played in the sun
while it rained
and ju
mped into puddles – just because.
Now I know
that I cannot relive
this being in the moment
because then
that was all there was,
and I did not know
that it wouldn’t last.
Hiking Poet 