looking out

 

There was once a summer,

a little girl,

a fountain.

 

There was a Mama,

a swim suit,

a car.

 

There was a journey,

a destination,

an afternoon together.

 

A parking spot,

a bench,

a beach bag.

 

Then, it began.

Standing there,

Looking out,

Gazing,

Pondering.

 

Do I?

Should I?

Could I?

 

Can I, Mama?

Can I, Baba?

Can I try?

 

A minute to wonder,

to appreciate,

to take it all in.

A lifetime to live.

 

It all starts with a minute,

a second,

a chance.

 

It all ends the same way, too.

 

To hold this minute,

To grasp its meaning,

its endlessness,

its essence.

 

She hesitated a bit.

Then dashed on in,

heart, body and soul.

 

And, once in, that was all there was.

That is all there ever is.