She was a
wild child.

Always
thinking,

dreaming,
questioning,

challenging
authority,

counting
stars,

planning
trips

to the moon,
writing books

before she
could spell.

Aspiring
scientist,

inventor,
doctor,

actor,
artist,

poet,
lawyer,

teacher,
detective,

collector
of anything.

This was
a child

who was
forever busy. 

She was
a wild child

who wandered
freely

into
a universe

of her
own making.

Her mother
sighed, 

always
praying

for her
dreamer,

child born
on such

a square
planet.

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.