Childhood Daze

The summer cicadas are playing their maracas

Calling in the rain clouds to cool us down

Hearing them play takes me back to my childhood days

I watch a family of quail scurry across the street, I love them

I saw the babies just the other day, and now they’ve already grown

Following in line, protected by one parent in front,

and the other behind

Reminding me of my own surrendered childhood days

Transitions of light are beginning to shade the day away,

The sky deepens in thought, covering all the day’s memories

I can feel the stillness of this shift change,

while a flock of birds catches my gaze,

 Standing here in a childhood daze, just as I did back then