Childhood
My hand in the river
of ice cold water
charges me even as the sun
weaves its warm and dreamy
spell.
Cool pebbles bounce in the
stream
and I am taken with them,
down, down, down,
and back up again.
Two smiles play on my lips—
contentment and mischief;
and I am sure that, today,
I
don’t need more than this.
Copyright
2012 Jennifer Wagner