Neighborhood Walk Poem

Back in Time
There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object she lookd upon, that she became,
And that object became part of her for the day or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cules of years.
The pulsing sun became part of this child.
And sweat and yellow and hot gravel and humidity, and the malleability of the black
tar.
And the mansion next door and the small pond, and the little brown ducks and the
yellow packed
store-bought bread.
And the water balloons and the colorful bathing suits, and the soft towels and the
noisy clicking
slippers
And the kids hurdling themselves so that we could get to the water park below there
And the childishness with their excitement,, all become part of her.
The heat of the Sixth-month and Seventh-month became part of her.
Tickling fern leaves and those of the prickly-pokey ones, and the vibrant perfume of the
roses.
And the secret creek pathway and the scratching boulders and grass and the racoons
by the

creek,
And the chilling home from the heat of the unknown outside when she had entered.
And the old friends that passed on her way to the elementary school
And the memories that passd, and the homesick attitude.
And the sentiment of being back and at home, and the burden of growing up and
being older,
And all the changes over the years and seasons wherever she went.
Her own parents, he that fatherd her and she that had conceivd her in her womb and
birthd her