(This is part of the Slice of Life weekly writing activity with Two Writing Teachers)
The other day, I was watching this child just move through the space we were in, all in a world of their own. It was as if no one else were there. And I remembered that feeling, too, suddenly and out of the blue. I had this phrase “live wire” in my head from the last sentence of some New Yorker article, and out of that, I began to write this poem of childhood and adulthood, and the act of observing through the lens of memory.
I used Storybird to use the text of the poem as a picture book (although, I am not sure if work as I wanted it to work. The images don’t quite match up to what I had in my head.)
I also podcasted out the poem, as I often do.
Thanks for reading and listening and observing my poem. I hope you, too, are a live wire.
Peace (in the poem),