[Poem] Rumination

When I sit in the chair
the pads of small fingers poke my back, calling me

When I turn to the right
a tiny giggle

I turn back

When I turn to the left
a small shadow darts away

Turning to the right
turning to the left

Because you were laughing so happily

Turning to the right
turning to the left

Pretending I couldn't find you, no matter how long
though now, you wouldn't laugh at such things anymore

When I suddenly sit in the chair
I felt as if a small phantom poked my back, calling me

The laughter from that day
returns to both my ears

Now then, which way should I turn?

A childhood memory, behind my back
as if wanting to be found
is waiting for me to turn around