Tuesday, September 6, 2016

THE CARNIVAL


The carnival calls to me.
Sounds of laughter
float to me in the distance.
I want to be there.
I want to be a child again
for one afternoon.
Go back in time when
life was enjoyed to its fullest.
I will dip my toes in the sand
and run to the carnival.
I will buy cotton candy and
eat it with sticky fingers.
I will ride the ferris wheel
until I am dizzy from the height.
Children are running to the rides.
I am one of them.
For this afternoon,
I am one of them.