When I was young

I would stare out the back window

of my fathers oldsmobile and I would

Reach, Reach..Reach for the stars

and walk upon the surface of the moon

swim in the clear blue water of some

crystalized something.

It sounded pretty at the time

right?

Because I wanted to be

and astronaut

a vetrinarian

a marine biologist

and finally

a journalist

Nobody says

I want to be a poet when I grow up

I want live free

in many lives

as very different people

people who dance

stories across my brain.