Remember when you were little
and could shout like the yellow sun
on the horizon Here I Come!,
before your self-image was a light bulb
in the fridge of your self-esteem
and you weren't afraid of anything in life
because there wasn't any difference
between everything in life and you?
Remember how large you felt?
Curator's note: This poem is likely by the late Jack Elliott Myers, one-time poet laureate of Texas, who was quite prolific. If anyone knows the specific source for this poem, please let me know.
Art credit: Untitled image by unknown photographer.