Urgent Haste*

I miss the childhood I rushed to
Grow up

And I wish I could
Slow down, rewind, retreat,
Retract, rescind upon the brakes that
Have failed in doing their job to stop
The tricycle I feverishly pedaled to
The corner where the ice cream man
Faithfully delivered sweet cream memories of
Childhood that melted and ran down my arms and
Hands into the hands of the friends I would
Clutch, and squeeze in order to remember their
Soft faces of innocence held in the grimy mind
Of my memory bank clouded up from the ever
Careening out of the trajectory I can not divert
Away from...

I rushed to grow up

Only to want to slow and grow down - this
Urgent haste... such a waste.