i awake slit-eyed among sunlit evenings where shadows pull semi-familiar creatures from a childhood dream sidewalk ... i run circles within myself and blow soap bubbles self-indulgently and defiantly for my age ... it is all one great frolicking mess of summer discovery and ice cream joy .... my light refracting fascination with rain water and rainbows ... crackling beauty still in mold .... my self-realized consciousness and i still play games with my feet and the cracks and dandelions on the sidewalk .... i swear i will even in the folds of wrinkles i will surely get from all the rest of the days in mourning for these moments