The Child



30 something I play:
with my dog Kyana,
with my toes while I am talking,
with pictures, with words...

I dance when I want to,
and run on the sidewalks.
I test my balance on a low brick wall.

At the the take-away shop
I stand on the kiddie-step to get a better view.
Then I follow patterns on sidewalks
moving crooked like a crab.



Mythology, animations and whimsical tales
of dancing tigers and trees that talk.
Life affirming, magical, positive...




I cry like a child,
throw a tantrum like a child,
then try to laugh at myself for for behaving
like a child.

She is young, she is old,
She is fearful and bold
but she will not surrender till
all her stories have been told!











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