Shouldn't…but Do

Do you remember them?  The secret things.  Touchstones. When you were very young?

Big things like trees, and floors, envelopes, the corner space  inhabited by…something.  A picture you should not have seen, conversations overheard, strings you tied, the marble you took.

Troll doors, special stones, digging in the dirt – a head full, a handful, waiting for life to start.

And it did, and it flew, and maybe it never came back.

But for some it does, it did for me.  Unchained day and one trilling cicada.

Inhabited, forever…and a day.  Those secret things.