A Poem for you

To Be Ten

~by Kate

To be ten,

The Waking.

That brink

Between little child and knowingness.

When finding and breathing and running down hills

is Drink.

This Now

Of eternal day.

Hiding real, saved objects,

A Shoebox treasury of state.

Dot the line, the start of a dreamy life.

Thread forth into rolling clouds.

Ten. The Dawning.

That jump

Over big worlds and wonder.

When riding and dancing and climbing up trees

is Air.

This Now

Of eternal noon.

Sharing, real saved secrets

Pinkie promises of life.

Mark the line, remembered this dreamy life.

‘Tis rolled way onward

From

Ten.