I am the daydream girl.
I watched life from my safe, airy perch
while others embraced it head on.
I wandered the woods alone
and buried my toes in squishy, creek mud
and caught niggly, slimy tadpoles in my hand
to feel the promise of metamorphosis.
I am the fidgety girl whose window world
meant more than the sage's words.
My soul flew with the birds,
breathing the lemon crisp air
and racing the turquoise clouds.
I am the solitary girl
who laid across the sun-warmed dock
and counted the stars in the sky
and made a wish on each and every one of them
to someday know what I want to be
when I grow up.
I am still hopeful
that wish will someday come true...