lately I reminisce
remembering how as a child
wrapped in a warm towel clean after a bath
I would point my nose to the ceiling and shake my head slowly back and forth tickle my spine with the ends of my blond wisps
and wish my mom would let me grow out my hair
I seek to reconnect with such simple pleasures
I see my own daughter examine a dried leaf
she watches it tumbling
driven by the breeze
to be enraptured by something so simple
I want to be that intent focused on enjoying the small
I wonder how we went from aching for the simple thrill of finding your hand in another's grasp
to wanting so much more flesh
almost insatiably
and I wonder
how does one go back
This has been on my mind a lot lately, too.
ReplyDeleteI would do this to -- hair is always longest right out of the bath and you can fantasize your Lady Godiva...
ReplyDeleteIf I can figure out how to get back, I'll let you know... I've been wondering that for years.