elizabethlevett

The little girl cat loves

for me to carry her

in such a way that she sees the world

upside down.

She stretches her skinny

little girl cat arms over her head

and gazes dreamily

at the topsy-turvy upside down room or

upside down garden and I remember

being just like that.

I would like on the ground under the big cottonwood tree

and stare up at the leaves in sunlight

or fly as high as my skinny girl legs could propel me

on the swing set

holding fast to the squeaky, rusty chains and tipping back my head

for just a second.

The monkey bars. My special accomplishment was to hang

upside down and see everything turned over all at once.

A private other dimension nobody else could see.

I pick up the little girl cat in my arms and

tilt her backward.

She loves it that way.