Trapped

I was so alone.  

My rubber boots held fast 

by the grassy mud puddle 

in the corner of the front yard.

Thick grey mud pressed 

in on my black rubber boots

protecting tiny socked feet

from cold wet mud.

Three year old muscles tried 

to move against the ancient cold and thick mud 

that grabbed my boot.

My bare foot wavered in the cold air.

The boot top snapped shut

trapping my sock inside.

I couldn’t put my freezing foot back in my boot!

There was no one around.

I was scared.

I was crying......

And then someone heard my wail, 

plucked me out of my pressing predicament,

and took me in to my mom, warmth and safety.

Thanks Ronnie!

“People are trapped in history

and history is trapped in them.”

~ James Arthur Baldwin