Sunday, September 20, 2015
Do you ever wish...
...that your life could just stay the same? That you'd never have to grow up and take charge? I do.
I wish life was just golden cornfields and fall sunshowers. I wish I could spend my days romping around in mud boots and reading shivery-good books for as long as I want to. I wish nothing unpleasant would ever happen to me, and I could feel sure of being kept safe all the time. I wish I could do what I like without being bothered. I wish I didn't have to worry about getting older, being responsible, caring what people think of me. I would love to throw care to the sou'westerly wind.
I want to go out in the middle of a cornfield with a good book and stay there for hours, with no one knowing where I am. I'd catch the breeze on my face and watch out of the corner of my eye as the afternoon wears, turning over into evening. I'd ignore everything else and stay in my own little cozy, apple-cider world where it's just me -- no one else.
I wish stories would breathe themselves into words, onto paper, without me having to do the work. If only I could describe everything I feel. If only words were like autumn leaves, twirling around in the air, engulfing you in beauty without your even asking for it.
I wish I could know that my home will always be there. Every crack and crumble of it -- the old silo foundation behind the barn, the bridge over the creek, the mailbox with the door that falls off. I wish time wasn't so ruthless. I wish nothing would have to change.
I wish I wouldn't have to change. I wish I could still be a little girl, so I could carry my Millie Keith doll around with me everywhere. I wish I could talk to good-looking boys without feeling silly. I wish I could watch Barbie movies and eat pretzel sticks and not have to worry about how much work I'm getting done. I wish I could laugh at the world and not try to be a part of it.
I wish life was simple and happy and gay. And I wish all good things would last forever.
But I suppose there are a few things that do.