|Nostalgia – 24″x36″ – Acrylic on canvas|
©2009, Don Michael, Jr.
Standing alone tugging baggage upon my back.
On a platform waiting for a train to arrive.
A child gambolling about in his imaginary world.
Reminiscent of me, many years ago when I was five.
Walking down the streets crowded, a subtle weight
On my shoulders yet unable to weigh me down.
A little thief stands by a fruit sellers eying me from
The corner of his eye; runs away hands full as I smile and frown.
As I watch a girl dancing for hours to the sound of inane music.
I was once like that, without complexities burgeoning me.
A time when i frolicked and leaped everywhere with
Simplest human emotions almost balanced; always within boundaries, yet free.
And as I go back in time every now and then, I wonder.
About the fear amidst the joy I always carried then.
Now I know who I am, complicated but figured out.
I brood which is best, gleefully fearful or happily covered in stains.