I wrote this poem about 10 years ago when we were making the decision to move up to Alaska.... And dealing with a difficult pregnancy. Atwood's quote made me think of it. I don't want to grow up, not really, but I like a lot of the perks of being an adult. There has to be some where in between- where you can handle the responsibility, but still remember the joy of childhood.
Being an Adult
I whisper longingly of
joining the circus, transforming myself into a clown, or a high wire
artist. I dream of running away- from our tidy condo where never, never
echoes in the shadows. I need to start over like pulling clean warm
laundry from the dryer. Here is only sighs and promises. Now is only
collectors and debts, dirty dishes and bills. I miss running through the
sprinkler and laughing as the water hit my skin.
adulthood dealing with it and making something of your life
there really was a net under this high wire act
I'm a wife, Mommy, writer, actor, director, poet, painter, singer, jewelry designer and beader. I have always loved the idea of an 'artist in residence' program... I pray that my life is a reflection of the love, mercy and grace of God.