Running in unison, they came around the hedge,
Legs the color of creamy coffee, kissed by sunshine,
Still wearing the innocent curves of childhood.
Stopping at the curb, the legs untangled and
gave way to children playing on a Sunday afternoon.
Sweet smiles graced their faces as they crossed the street.
Gathering together again, they round a corner
And disappear into the shadows.
I am running behind them.
I am small, no more than seven, gathering
Courage to ask to play.
"Catch us! Catch us if you can!"
My legs move as if in slow motion,
My body slowed by hesitation. I want to go, to run, to play.
"Wait for me, will you?"
A sound sears through my thoughts.
It is the man behind me in his old, blue pick-up.
Move along, he motions.
I turn the corner, not wanting to leave.
Where have I been?
I was chasing childhood.
Original work by Karin K. Smith 2008