Your Things

I think of things
A faltering step on a sheet of ice,
Bending down to pick up a feather
Sunlight on a young boy's hair..

Turning around to see who called your name
Laughing with an old friend, for an old joke,
Bear-hug from a loved one..

A juicy bite of orange-green mango
The music from a little girl's anklet
Whispers with no end..

I think of things..
Create a dough, shape into pages,
Blur the drawings with misty eyes
And dream for your dream to come true..