The lad who was just at the door Poem by Tonnus Oosterhoff

The lad who was just at the door
'if you needed any eggs"
is the same one who stops me
in front of the school, I am six and terrified.
What did I want. His brother is there as well.
"To go inside, if that's alright…"
"No," I told the lad,
"You come round too irregularly."
I declared that we purchase from the shop,
the shop: reliable.
"And also, we don't eat that many eggs,
with our small family."
Red balloon head did not move.
His eyes did blink.
"So. Go back to your pony cart.'
Behind the reins, he waved. He turned out,
the whip cracked, the hooves struck
fire from the road, fountains. I roared:
"Heal me or die."
Does roaring help?
I see the child so clearly,
I can almost comb my hair in it.
But he was gone,
gone behind the horizon.