WISHING…
THEY JEER…
THEY LAUGH…
THEY
HIDE.
AMONG UNCERTAINTIES
AND MASKS.
ADULTS ALL OF THEM
THERE ARE NO CHILDREN HERE…
THEY ACT THE PART
SOMETIMES…
IN THEIR LONGINGS TO BELONG,
THEIR NEEDS FOR RE-ENFORCEMENT
THEIR NEED FOR IMAGINATION,
ALL AMONG THE VESSELS
OF SELF-ASSURANCE.
BUT THEY ARE ALL ADULTS
THERE ARE NO CHILDREN HERE.
THEY ACT THE PART
IN THEIR CHILDISH CONFRONTATIONS
THEIR PETTY SIGNS OF TOUGHNESS,
THEY’RE OBVIOUS WELL-HIDDEN FEELINGS
OF SELF-WORTH.
THEY COME OUT TO ROAM
AMONG THEIR NEEDS TO ARGUE,
BUT THEY ARE ALL ADULTS
THERE ARE NO CHILDREN HERE..
IN THEIR LAZYNESS
IN THEIR JOKING,
THEY ATTEMPT TO LET THE PEAKING
CRIES OF THEIR SOULS
PLAY…
But…
THERE ARE NO CHILDREN HERE...
OR ANYWHERE…
THEY LAY DORMENT
AMONG THE PETTY EXCUSES
THAT DISGUISE THEMSELVES
IN THE WAYS OF THEIR
WISDOM,
THAT POINT FINGERS AT EVERYONE
BUT THEMSELVES
BUT THESE ARE ADULTS.
THEY LAY VACANT
AMONG THEIR BEHAVIORS
OF THE CHILDREN
THAT GREW UP
WITHOUT THEIR SOUL’S PERMISSION
AT THEIR OWN REQUESTS.
BUT THERE ARE NO ADULTS HERE
NOR CHILDREN EITHER,
JUST REVELANT DORMENTNESS
OF THE PEACE THAT
EXISTED…
ONCE.
WHEN THEY ALLOWED
THE CHILDREN TO PLAY LOUDLY
IN THE PATH OF THEIR HEARTS.
BUT
THERE IS ONLY FORGETFULNESS,
AROUND A LAPSE
OF A TIME,
WHEN
CHILDREN
RAN AROUND IN THEIR ESTACY.
IF ONLY FOR A MOMENT...
BUT THESE ARE ADULTS,
NO LONGER CHILDREN,
HERE,
THERE,
ANYWHERE.
ONLY EXISTING,
EVERYWHERE.
AMONG THE GROWN ADULTS,
THAT FORGOT…
LONG AGO.
Camp Lejune NC 99
Copyright 2000, Wendy Torres