Sunday, April 30, 2017

Growing up

I was too short to look beyond the ground.
My eyes spanned the insect world--
The patterns in an ant’s path were all I knew about.
Every year, I grew an inch,
And my panorama got bigger.
Now I knew about spiders and short plants and eventually,
Long plants.
I grew tall enough to where I couldn’t tell if I was eating up the information and growing larger,
Or if growing larger made me register more information.
I grew a bit taller after that, to a point where I knew about the sky.
The sky didn’t make a lot of sense to me—
It was blue and empty, it didn’t make a lot of sense to me.
Nothing did, really.
I reasoned that I must have grown too tall too fast.

Maybe I should just sit down.

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