I was the kid...

I was the kid
who made up worlds
escaping from my own,
finding creek shells
on the playground,
pretending they'd broken
from unicorn horns.

I was the kid
who never saw recess
all through first grade,
a punishment
for talking to friends,
no one talked to me
at home.

I was the kid
with the Where's Waldo
110 camera,
photographs of puddles
and clouds,
seeing with a lens
so I could shut my eyes.