CHILDHOOD

I look down the tunnel occasionally
try to see the beginning where I crawled in
dragged out from one tight passage
into a longer darkness.
glimpses of candy apples and warm crusty
bread. Slaps of the leg when I pick too
many holes in the loaf as I carry it home.
running with icecream cone falling slap into the grass
the icecream upsided in the dirt, spaniel dog licking it greedily.
laughter and stories, singing of Ireland - a home
I never knew- would never know.
alone in an adult world and sure they
were all wrong.
when would it be my turn to show them?
Injustice. Boredom. Waiting for life to begin.