Pavement Cracks. A poem.

When I was a child
I skipped pavement cracks;
each one the border
of its own little world,
a patented microcosm
enclosed by grass and cement
and enshrouded by my shadow.

Now, as an adult,
I still skip pavement cracks;
not because I’m superstitious
or supercilious or superfluous,
but because I imagine myself
trapped in those little worlds,
remembering a time
when I was.

I write a lot of poetry, some of which doesn’t appear on this website. For more poems, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers. To find out how to buy a copy,
click here.

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    1. Wow, that’s a bit of interesting parenting right there lol! It’s funny what we get told when we’re young (well, seems funny now, but probably wasn’t at the time). Part of the reason why we’re all a bit mixed up, I guess 🙂

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