When I was young,
I believed in
Dragons.
Swooping, flaming reptiles
With burning eyes
And tongues that could lick
Sand into
Glass.
Now that I am older,
I believe in
Calculus,
In the Periodic Table,
In equations and
The Scientific Method.
My mind is full of figures,
Facts and numbers in plain,
Blocky letters.
I keep my childhood in a box
Behind my winter jackets.
But at night,
Sometimes I dig them out,
Look them over with new eyes.
My swirly, frilly
Make-believe stories,
The reptiles that still flame
And claw about the box.
Then I bid them farewell
And pack them back up.
I feel sad, but not too much,
Because they are safe
And not far off.
In fact, I smile.
I will have so much
To give to my children.






