Being Small

I remember,

Leaning over ledges,

Looking up staircases,

Watching the tops of the trees,

Pass backwards through sunroofs.

I've seen meteor showers,

Barely keeping my eyes open it was so early,

And I've woken up outside.

I've looked down on highways from mountains,

Made forts under covers,

Cautiously peering out from under the edges,

At a foreign world.

Rain running down windows,

Still holds my attention,

And when I get groceries,

I always ride the carts,

Out to the parking lot.

Being small is,

The best thing that ever happened to us.