OH, HOW I WANT TO...

OH, HOW I WANT TO . . .
Oh, how I want to tread on my shadow
T o free myself!
To be able to walk down the streets
With motley girls.
To smile to the beggar
And show him tom pockets.
To count the clouds
And name them
Until my neck gets stiff
And then peer down
And try to pick out
Which ants are females
And which are males.
To pad around the dustbins
And guess by the smell
What the folk have had for dinner.
Split
To sit down in an airy place,
Straight on the ground,
Without going in fear of my clothes.
To catch the stinging mosquitoes
in my mouth.
After that to spit them upwards
As the moon will show me
You can't live without a shadow.
In the end to get asleep
And have a dream
About how tomorrow
The sun1ll bring back my shadow.
Marin Angel