"My great-aunt Alice, Miss Rumphius, is very old now. Her hair is very white. Every year there are more and more lupines. Now they call her the Lupine Lady. Sometimes my friends stand with me outside her gate, curious to see the old, old lady who planted the fields of lupines. When she invites us in, they come slowly. They think she is the oldest woman in the world. Often she tells us stories of faraway places.
"When I grow up," I tell her, "I too will go to faraway places and come home to live by the sea."
"That is all very well, little Alice," says my aunt, "but there is a third thing you must do."
"What is that?" I ask.
"You must do something to make the world more beautiful."
"All right," I say.
But I do no know yet what that will be.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

does it take a cloud?

When I was a child I longed to live in the clouds
 A remote part of the blue, high above the earth flyin’ around.
 I would imagine light as a feather I could never be tethered.
 Bouncing, bounding out of sight High in the sky free like my kite.
 I looked to the air because it seemed a lot more fair.
A place where my life could coast along without care.
Up where there was endless light and space for flight, where a child could find wonderful delight.
Now I watch the clouds from below still wondering what it would feel like on my big toe?
For a place where freedom and light abound, Does it really take a cloud?
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