An Epiphany

An Epiphany

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

I've got goosebumps on my arms and butterflies in my stomach.

The goosebumps are there because it's a little more than chilly outside. 

The butterflies moved in when I decided that I like the way his voice dips down when he says my name.

The light that stands tall a few feet away from me shines in a blurry sort of way, thanks to the smoke that curls towards the sky in pretty little wisps.

I've just now had an epiphany: this whole time, I've been growing up, and now I'm as old as I've ever been.

I've outgrown my cradle, I've left the kids menu behind.

Here I am, holding hands under the table in an attempt to be discreet and singing along to songs I am too young to know.

I'm whispering secrets to friends I've known for only minutes and making room for memories I forgot that I'd forgotten.

I love how it feels to be this young; I have yet to lice so many adventures.

There are still so many stars for me to make wishes on.

I've been offered a drink now, and I take a sip as someone skips my favorite song.

I suppose I didn't realize I'd got to be this old; I was too busy wasting my days, wishing I was older.

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