Log -2: Grown Up

The raw edges of the pavement

Weeds cluster, force

Outside of ourselves

Emerging to face the sun

Pools of day-old rainwater

Are a clearer mirror than glass

Refracted visions

Of who I used to be

Before I had to grow up into a kid again

Shrink myself tall

Vulnerable, bald

Dirt mounds are mountains

To tiny creatures

My presence is the peak

I wish to summit

But an untied shoelace takes me nowhere

On a summer afternoon

Straight under a tree

Lacework shadows veil me

The ground has never felt so still

Where to next?