Thoughts of a Nine-Year-Old Boy
You can be anything you want to be, is what the semi-anonymous adult always says, If you put your mind to it and work hard. And in his limestone eyes I see the longing of a mariner at sea these many years, catching a distant glimpse of a coastline to which his ship is not sailing. Anything I want to be, you say? Let’s face it, oddly invested non-stranger, You are talking to yourself.