Driving downtown I noticed on the hillside a smattering of blue among
the green and realized that the blue bells were flowering.
I let my mind drift away from the derision of my thoughts to happier times.
The innocence of childhood when we, you or I would pick a buttercup,
hold it gently to each others throats and ask, as we gently twirled it
around the base of the neck, do you love me?. Now 40 years have flown past
as elusive as a butterfly flitting from shrub to shrub I think
of those moments sitting huddled in a ramshackle tent,
though to call it a tent today would be to believe it wasn’t just our mothers bed sheet.
But in the beauty of the bluebells flowering upon the hillside all thoughts of derision
for the innocence of childhood are cast momentarily aside. The memory
of a childhood buttercup pressing gently into the nave of my neck i remember
indeed, I remember.The laughter and gaiety i rarely hear today bubbles forth from
the pit of my belly and know that today is a good day to be alive and heading downtown