... Who sees ? ...

I'm not sure the sky is blue,

if my senses refuse it to be.

In my world, I will to be, the one who sees the sky.

I'm not sure the ground is dirt,

if the mud is a friend to me.

In my world, I will to be, the one to feel the ground.

And we adults may find this silly,

but my foot will set wherever I will.

A small poem by © Michaël Lessard, 1997

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