When I grow down
I want to enjoy
big trucks and
backhoes full of dirt.
I want to smile at
ducks and go
fast or dawdle
for a while. I will
collect bones
and stones,
feathers and
maybe even flowers.
I will paint and draw
and build and ignore
what I made because
I can. When I grow down
I will be allowed
to live in wonder
and awe and
I will love it all.