The clouds parted
and like light through the trees,
the sun danced around the puddles
shining like coins on the wet, shiny stones.
My legs hurt from sitting down all day
and I didn’t feel well
I was too fat
and the less I did the lazier I became.
The oval was wet
and the heels of my boots sunk into the muddy grass
and I remembered when I was a boy
that I loved to wade through puddles and sink into mud.
I was so thin when I was young,
and full of energy
but I could sleep for 12 hours straight too if I wanted.
Those times seem lost now,
as if I took fifteen years of my life and set them on fire.