The Light

Peering into the box

She saw the moment of her birth

And as she gazed upon the light in the box

she knew all at once

She saw light

And More Light

She saw bare feet

and gone-to-seed dandelions

a pre-pubescent pony-tailed tree-climbing tomboy

blowing dandelion seeds into the air

spreading dandelion cheer

She saw stray cats giving birth

under the Oak tree in her back yard,

a cardboard-box bed lined with towels

She saw groundhog holes

and forts made with abandoned wood

tents and and flashlights and fireflies

She saw moonlight-midnight kickball games

She saw years

and books

and sketches of horses

She saw calligraphy sets and collages

and the Guinness Book of World Records

She saw the Loch-Ness Monster and Big Foot

She saw Moccasins

and Earth Shoes

peace signs and turquoise

Boyfriends

and Bare Feet

She heard Cat Stevens

and Springsteen

The Grateful Dead and Dylan

She felt the comfort of an oversized sweater

And arms surrounding her

She saw Communication Text Books

and Essays

and Poems

and Bare feet

She saw the pearl-puckered sleeves

of an ivory wedding dress

and a mischievous Dalmatian puppy

She saw baby booties, and breast feeding

Dr. Seuss and Sesame Street

car seats in station wagons and SUV's

She saw broken bones

and broken little hearts

She saw tears

Many tears

She saw tricycles and bicycles,

skates and Lacrosse sticks.

She saw a 16 year-old Dalmatian

on his side on the floor

She saw tears

She saw Diplomas

And Cars

And She saw more tears

And then she saw trees again

and trails

books and collages

Hiking Boots

and Bare feet

She saw hunting dogs and streams

blogs and Writing Conferences

books and more books

an Apple lap-top

and contests

She saw light

Lots and lots of light

And she was back home

at the moment of her birth

Barefoot and Free

Full of possibility

And Being

What all along

She had been

and was meant

To Be