Dreamful Thinking

There's nothing like the home I once knew. A child rolling in sugar and sunshine swinging back and forth, through air so sweet. Waking to sing with morning birds each day anew, to loud growth and silent beauty, pure and fine. There's nothing like the home I once knew. Long, luscious pony tails and pony dolls too Playing, brushing each strand of theirs and mine, combing back and forth, through strands so sweet. Fun fashion choices follow me through late wedding nights, dresses of colored wine. There's no place like the home I once knew. Daddy picking me up under a dome of blue, Mommy hugging me down in bed at nine. Swinging back and forth, through days so sweet.  Looking to my sister with eyes open and true, flashbacks wait for a greeting, patiently in line. There's nothing like the home I once knew, swinging back and forth, through life so sweet.

Cutting & pasting efforts nothing black ink can't fix. Fancy fonts tango across the screen looking pretty while substantial ideas are hidden right behind. Mistakes come & go freely, as ones do in a deli the undo button reverses all things carelessly. Words are displaced, scattered everywhere taken control over every sitting & standing. Lines & paragraphs are broken up, rearranged no questions allowed, no comments welcomed. It's one document, a word document & the irony rocks me no one ever speaks of it - The lack of noise & protest belonging to groups of words which gather to serve another. They gather not from their own will but from the one coercing them to wake & work for a tyrant, a tycoon.

The smell of fresh, navy pressed gowns as crisp as the blowing, ocean breeze. The ending of an elongated era a step taken forward in history. My formal schooling has finally come to a close like a stealthy door quietly joining its doorpost. A door that's been swung open day after day with hinges hanging loosely, at last detached. The caps took many ticking clocks to arrive as if it purposefully assumed a snail's pace. While the bus missed me going to graduation I surely knew I wouldn't miss it once gone. Then gone, I didn't know how much I truly would miss:  1. The time dedicated for breaks and sick days 2. The view when commuting for my 9-hour day  3. The chances given for getting things wrong The sight of my "declaration of independence" was liberating, but the rushed in adulthood - debilitating. And yet, the combination of both gave form to a freedom, interlocked with meaning - responsibility.