The Blonde Boy

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 He slide into the seat,

just touching my side.

Not crowded,

but comfortable ,

to us both.

"I am six. 

I will be six all of time now."

No glances towards me. 

No eyes meeting. 

Just quiet wonder, 

in a quieter
voice. 

The Summer I Ran Away

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In summer, I ran away.

From:

 making dinner, 

worrying about what time I had to get up,

how late I was staying up to; 

read, 

clean, 

think, 

and listen to music. 

Not once did anyone;

ask me if I should really be;

eating that, 

or shouldn't I eat something, 

or maybe you should get some sleep,

or say: I'm turning off the light.

(Just as I came to the most interesting part of the book)

I have never lived alone. 

Maybe, if I lived alone all of the time, 

I would miss: 

care, love, and shepherding

that comes from those asking these questions. 

But...

For now it is a respite.