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Out on the Limb

Once Upon A Time

Monday, March 19, 2007

Once a upon a time
a child, barely three
went to visit a great ocean
with her family.

The day was full of promise.
She ran and laughed,
and watched a wavelet
crawl over her toes
with delight.

She inhaled the sweet sticky air
and knew the birds overhead
shared same.

She felt the grit of the sand
on her tender skin
and understood instinctively
all was as it should be.

She grew drowsy
in spite of her insatiable curiosity
and collapsed on a blanket
holding hands
with a dear tiny friend.

Unbound by shame or guilt;
free of worry or time,
and able to soar
within and beyond the moment
to places as natural as just witnessed,
the child came to know
the depths of friendship.

As so it was that this child
later faced
the cruel, suffering world

Did the others
ever have
or fail to remember
such a perfect day?
posted by Deb, 6:43 PM


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