Passing my younger self on the street.
Blonde pony tail held back tightly in place,
Back pack heavy on her shoulders,
Walking with a hunch,
In her bubble safe as she should be.
She glances in my direction,
With a look that is free and happy.
A face untainted from the adult world,
A face clearly pleased in the here and now.
In the seconds she passed,
She was a window in time,
That gave me a glimpse of innocence and joy,
Into a world that was once mine.
Hay's Corner 