We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory – Sonia Mincă (poetry)

i don’t remember how i felt like

when looking at the sky

for the very first time.

i’ve spent days, nights

weeks and months

thinking about the way

i perceived the endless universe above me.

i don’t know whether

it was all a fever dream,

a made up story by my young mind,

but no one will ever bring me back that smile.

that mind. those innocent thoughts.

i’ll hold onto them forever

locked deep down with the specifications

wrote on a piece of paper.

i can recall the moment

my feet touched the sand,

the waves came back and forth

to my hiding spots.

on the floor, my shoes knocked off,

still dancing when the music stopped;

i waited by the door

to meet whom i was looking for:

myself – wiser and older

with a glance i told her

first time i’ve ever felt alive

was seeing that outstanding performace live

blinding lights discovering my soul

leaving me behind with my heart-whole.

  • Written by Sonia
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