Peering into the box
She saw the moment of her birth
And as she gazed upon the light in the box
she knew all at once
She saw light
And More Light
She saw bare feet
and gone-to-seed dandelions
a pre-pubescent pony-tailed tree-climbing tomboy
blowing dandelion seeds into the air
spreading dandelion cheer
She saw stray cats giving birth
under the Oak tree in her back yard,
a cardboard-box bed lined with towels
She saw groundhog holes
and forts made with abandoned wood
tents and and flashlights and fireflies
She saw moonlight-midnight kickball games
She saw years
and books
and sketches of horses
She saw calligraphy sets and collages
and the Guinness Book of World Records
She saw the Loch-Ness Monster and Big Foot
She saw Moccasins
and Earth Shoes
peace signs and turquoise
Boyfriends
and Bare Feet
She heard Cat Stevens
and Springsteen
The Grateful Dead and Dylan
She felt the comfort of an oversized sweater
And arms surrounding her
She saw Communication Text Books
and Essays
and Poems
and Bare feet
She saw the pearl-puckered sleeves
of an ivory wedding dress
and a mischievous Dalmatian puppy
She saw baby booties, and breast feeding
Dr. Seuss and Sesame Street
car seats in station wagons and SUV’s
She saw broken bones
and broken little hearts
She saw tears
Many tears
She saw tricycles and bicycles,
skates and Lacrosse sticks.
She saw a sixteen-year-old Dalmatian
on his side on the floor
She saw tears
She saw Diplomas
And Cars
And She saw more tears
And then she saw trees again
and trails
books and collages
Hiking Boots
and Bare feet
She saw hunting dogs and streams
blogs and Writing Conferences
books and more books
an Apple lap-top
and contests
She saw light
Lots and lots of light
And she was back home
at the moment of her birth
Barefoot and Free
Full of possibility
And Being
What all along
She had been
and was meant
To Be
