My mother once told me
That if I tried hard enough,
I could jump to the moon.
That if I coiled the spry springs
of my legs, and took off
from the ground, I could leave
the damp and grassy fragment of space
that we called a garden, and
soar above my wildest dreams.
The one thing she did not reckon for,
though,
was that I might do it -
that I might reach the moon, stars, sun.
That I would leave the grass and damp earth
for the better world
of
thought.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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