Perspectives
Judith
Anderson
If
I were a child
I’d
mount my dragonfly
And
fight off hordes of wasps
And
enter dark woods
To
seek a shaft of light
And
climb up to a cloud.
If
I were a child,
I’d
dance upon the wind
And
nap within the blossom
Of
an angel’s trumpet tree.
If
I were a child
I’d
race beside a field mouse
To
catch the shadow of the moon
And
feast on fruits and berries
And
drink from morning dew.
I
am a child
Lost
in a forest
Of
thin legs and toeless feet
That
move at random
And
need to be investigated.
I
am a child
Hungry
for facts:
What
do puppies taste like?
What
flavor is a worm?
Why
do Grandma’s glasses
Make
rainbows on her cheeks?
I
am a child,
A
stranger in strange place
With
no time to waste
On
flights of foolish fancy
Till
I’ve mastered the world.
***
Judith
Anderson lives on 20 acres at the end of a dead end road in
St. Clair County. She recently obtained her first Confederate
Rose plant and points with pride when it blooms, but as much as
she loves flowers, she is more famous as a "seed undertaker"
than gardener. She is more successful as a grandmother and wife
and mother, and to fill out her life, she works with her husband
in a nonprofit organization.
©
Judith Anderson