let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
so comes love
– E.E. Cummings
There’s a little girl twirling
in the park over there; see her?
She’s got a stray daisy chain
left in her hair and a saffron dress
that swirls just right. She’s blowing
fluff into the sky like a tiny dragon
puffing smoke clouds high
into all this crazy blue.
She is intricately un
-concerned about deadlines or
repairs or how many stairs she
has climbed this day or any other.
She’s not bothered by the ticking
and the tocking and the clocking
of hours. She only knows these
wishes have a million places to be,
and she hopes they’ll get there soon.
Prompted by Poetic Asides.