I am sunshine
The whisper
Of a child
Still resides
In my lungs

I am my past
I yearn to dance
With the winds
To make houses
Out of mud
And leaves

Today
I am uncomfortable
In my own shell
I ache
To be a part
Of aimless banter

To wrap the rose petals
Around sheets
In the garden
And pretend to have tea in
Purple cups

To hold a frog
Or toad
Accidentally
While picking an autumn souvenir
Or spin a pot of twigs

With feet dangling
In the pool
The water kissing
The heal of each foot
Blue

Today
I am oblivious
To the innocence
Of yesterday
Forgotten
The camps
On terraces
And birthday cakes
With frosting that turned
Our lips pitch

Today
I am black mouthed
In another sense
No camp but the camp in my lungs
Blazing disasters

Hold my soul, Chickadee
My inner child
Is trapped within you
Keep her
Safe