Curious child

Just like my child body, my child mind used to run all over as fast as it could in and out of smaller spaces and up and down big spaces; now my older mind, like my older body, conserves its energy—sitting on the shore with binoculars watching ships, waiting for one with treasure and worth the swim before I neatly undress and efficiently swim out. Only some ships keep their treasure beneath the deck, and those are the ships I boarded when I was young. Creativity is surreal. When I was younger, I created, because nothing was too surreal to inhibit my chasing after it. Now, I conserve my energy and err toward real pursuits.