Have you seen me, Sun? Now tell me the truth
Just where did I go now, and what did I do?
Have you seen me, Trees? Did I walk this way?
Have you asked the Birds? Could anyone say?
Have you seen me, Willow? And starry Sky?
Did I lie underneath you, by and by?
Oh tell me, someone, where have I been seen?
Am I lost or am I right where I should be?
This face is not mine, not this darkening scowl
these lackluster eyes, this time-furrowed brow
I’ll shuck off this dry husk, this mantle of grief
to search for myself and kill time, that old thief
I’ll creep through the umbra that shifts on the stair
and let all the moonbeams play in my hair
I’ll splash in the puddles and hum with the bees
I’ll visit the flowers and climb all the trees
I’ll go to the ocean and ride in the waves,
hike through the forests and peer into caves
sing through the meadows of flowers so sweet
feel the grass bending there, under my feet
remember to cartwheel and tumble and trip
to giggle and dance, to twirl and to skip
remember that dandelions are made for wishes
And eyelashes good for those fluttering kisses
I’ll marvel at rainbows, seashells and art
storing their mysteries deep in my heart
And when I am full of the wealth of the earth
I’ll rewind these years, rediscover, rebirth
now dancing, now singing, remembering how
to bring all my yesterdays into the now
to soften hard truths with the gentlest of dreams
extending my hand to the future unseen
and dreading no more the fierce action of time
for the moment is now, and the now is all mine.