Puddles

A full growing up —

the exploration of nature,
my body in nature,
imagination, emotions

The childlike acts
of a child in the world:
Dancing, Leaping, Enacting
Joy —
in my adult body
seem foreign.

True expression
fierceness, opinions
even happiness
seem dampened, lifeless.

Sing — I want to sing!
Scream with Joy!
Release my sensations
into the world.

Adult — be damned
I am a child
waiting to explode
I am a spirit
yearning to be free.

I am free.
What holds me back
is not a stiff body
but a controlling mind.

I take off my hat
I dance in the rain —
Where, now,
are those puddles?