Childhood

Art: Mark Collins
http://markcollinsfineart.com/

I thought I’d remember every little detail for the rest

of my life: the adventures, the games that we played and

where we played them. I thought these were life-long

friends. At the very least, certainly, I’d remember their names.

Childhood seemed so real.

***

That’s what the young impala and ox-peckers brought to mind.

There, at savannah edge, freshly on four legs, seemingly a bit

surprised and tentative to suddenly be a gazelle. “Wow! What’s

all this?” There in the company of four clown-colored birds clearly

intent on clowning around. I wondered what they were coming

to know of each other.

The moment seemed so holy.

***

Does your inner child still know how to run and jump as if 
she or he were some lanky wild creature new to the wonders

of this world?

“Oh! Wouldn’t that really be something?” 

“Oh! I so want to remember the holy by name.”

© 2018-2019/Jamie K. Reaser

Book collaboration in progress with artist Mark Collins

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