In A Wisp Of Memory

There must have been a time…

Back when the summer-melted heat burned away scourge.

And the fruiting flowers boughed upon willowing trees – soon to be heavy-pregnant with juice-dripping peaches.

When the air was scorched clean and green grass smelled green.

I remember, down by the pond where mud from sassy duck, cootie, and swanling feet squitched between toes freed to breathe.

I remember, briefly, being wild and free.

Healthy.

Me.