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 ….