It’s like when we were six

When we were six there were still hundred acre woods

of trees we’d like to meet

when the little mermaid walked on razors

we felt true love in our feet

When we were six all Harold had to do

was pick up his purple crayon

to make all nine kinds of pies that he liked best

and we could have some too

When we were six the rain came out to play

hide and seek with rainbows

making puddles deep as oceans

and washing itsy bitsy spiders down the water spout

At six our imaginary friends were true

as real as the bed or window sill

where they whispered to us delighted

a private joke or clue

At six we were always yes and always being yes

there was no s e p a r a t i o n

we were Jackandthegiant and thefairies and thewolves

and all our familyandfriends (who hadn’t left us yet)

And now we are six again

we are teen twenty thirty forty

fifty sixty seven eight ninety six

and a few of us even more

Now.

Here.

And why and there and when

and everywhere else again

when even no longer possible

is still possible for us

Now.

Hear?

As each of us is young

and all of us are

One