29AM (revive)

oh to be little

since I started to spend my Wednesday afternoons

at the old after-school centre I grew up in

I see all the things I missed

too preoccupied in the moment to notice

to breathe in, let the childish air relieve the weight sitting on my lungs

I step on the same floors I used to dance on,

making up silly little routines with my best friend.

I remember all we would worry about was the talent show we would perform our dances at

stealing a staff's phone to play music and make our routines.

i remember the little tables I would sit at and finish my week's homework

the morning that we had to hand it in.

i sit in the cottage, 

leading crafts that I used to bring things home from.

little girls tug my arm down to their hanging out spots, 

where I used to sit in the afternoons.

i see myself in the little girls, 

running about, carefree,

making dances, playing pretend.

and oh, to be little.

to dangle your feet off of chairs too big for you

to be silly, to be wondrous

to only be disappointed that you couldn't fly.