There’s a lot going on in there,

An entire world in a ship

Inside a bottle.

I peek in to see me when I was five,

Curiously trying to find things out.

I also see an older version of me

Bending down to help her out.

She’s whispering secrets in my ear.

My tears are gone.

A wide smile that breaks 

Like the dawn into

A happy laugh appears.

She takes my hand and we go into another room to play

And sit and have something good

To eat, together.

I’m not alone.

The younger and the older me 

Are healing all my memories,

Helping me be at peace with everything 

From the subatomic history

To the macro-cosmic now.

And how beautiful the brochures are,

Of lovely places all around,

Like the beautiful feet

Of those that bring good news,

That the chances for the future will be grand!

-jenn