As a child
I danced with angels
around the golden-waxed table
    in our dining room,
and in green-washed summer-air
    beneath white-barked beeches,
and on a shell-shaped cotton bath mat
    behind our closed bathroom door,
and yes,
on the head of a pin.

Do you believe this?

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.