Quest for Diamonds: A Poem on Childhood Curiosity | Thursday Verse No. 11

  We often outgrow wonder without realizing it, never noticing the last time we believed the moon followed us home, wished upon a falling star, played in the rain, or watched clouds become dragons and ships, waving at strangers from car windows. 

  Yet sometimes, a single moon at daylight is enough to awaken what was never truly lost, only quietly forgotten. 

  Quest for Diamond is a gentle return to that gaze of curiosity and innocence, to the child who still looks up in awe through us.

Quest for Diamond

Photo by Farshid Tahmasb on Pexels.

Old window newly wide,

Forced freedom and abundance of time,

Night's sun at dawn, a sight of childhood 

memories of sky,

"Doesn't the moon only belong to night?"

Reason shadowed magic, adult

memories of darkness widened.

But her beaming smile awakened

the child, unoccured question until now,

"Where have the stars disappeared?"

Poised in pajamas for a motionless adventure,

My unarmoured eyes' quest for diamonds began:

Two large steps into dusk, dilating, diving deeper

up into the ether,

I met Sirius

One...

Winking Orion sisters

two...three and four...

Five and six and... nineteen and many twinkles yet to explore,

"Are numbers less or your wonders excess?"

They chorused "Where were thee, child? Were yee asleep all this while?"

- Mercy Rebonica