Back To My Youth

I hitch a ride

with my imagination

that transports me

to long ago—

to floundering Prairie soil

where far from death

I see myself immortal

in perfect skin

without the flaw of age.



‘Tis here I’m thrust

by nervy winds

that whirl me

past slippery chances

taken,

that bid me trust

my frosty breath,

my bustling heart

to churn eternally.



Round currents swift

a warmer breeze doth glide me

to romance,

new ideals

and promised spring.

I float from billowing clouds

to puffs of leniency

and bite hard on the gripe

old age can bring.

©--Christina Cowling