Childhood Summers

Under watchful eyes of
                                         our parents
and the will to be
                                  free
we reach for the dark sky
hoping to grasp
                        just one
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              tiny flickering orb.

But out tiny hands  f
                                  a
                                      l
                                         l
                                              down
with nothing
                          our hopes fail
but not for long, for we quickly  
                                                   distract ourselves
with mindless running,
                                     and chasings across the lawn,
just until we’re called inside…

time for bed.