from last fall

Torn between Now and Then

I feel subtle pangs ring out.

Take this weight off my chest,

I want to breathe deeper.

Unshackle my unthankful  wrists,

today I wish to go outside.

But please don’t let me roam too far,

I know I’ll go right back down to the creek.

I know I’ll be all muddy again.

You’ll wash my overalls with a sigh

and I’ll wonder why I even go outside anymore.