hindsight

i'm suddenly six again,
upsidedownhandstanding
on the grassy bank
with skirts gravitating
to reveal summer pyjamas and
long red nails with broken
chalk pieces jumbling a
stolenstampcollection
which doesn't sound so bad
when it's said onewordish like that.

and it's turning too fast,
this mouse-wheel of achievement
objectives and learning intentions
and plans and assessments.
they're clouding my vision
and all i can see is upside down
whispering grass and dandelions
which are threatening to blow away,
splatting on a strawberry screen
and i just want to cram everything
into my paddington backpack
and littleredbicycleaway.