my friend relates, "My uncle was coming
to take me to the circus. For days I was
sick with anticipation. On the afternoon
I wandered into the yard to wait. It was
still, nothing to do. I began to notice
things around me with more clarity
than I ever had before: the serrated
edge of an apple leaf, an iridescent
bug, the everchanging clouds. When
my uncle came I was almost sorry.
The circus? anticlimax! too much
cotton candy, confusion, headache.
It's funny but my happy memory is of
that perfect, peaceful hour rather than
what kids are supposed to remember."
2021 Jacqueline Jackson