Teen Ink

   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.