Girl On A Pole

She swung herself around
And around
And around some more
Giving us a show
Little miss thang
Happily in bliss
With each twirl upon her stage;
I had to laugh
Wondering
If I'd grown up here
Would I have been as playful?
I doubt it
Public
Was not a performance destination
In my mother's eyes...

I laughed again
Hoping the woman
Often glancing my way
Didn't think me crazy;
She smiled instead
And I think we both settled
Into memories and far gone possibilities
Still caught
Twirling around
On our own stages of innocence
Lost in the spotlight of responsibility
Deeming it fine
To just sit and watch
An audience to the evolution of a soul
We just happened to cross
On our way to the great wherever...
©2010clarencecbess