Symphony No. 1

He played Symphony No.1 and said “Mozart wrote this when he was 8 year's old!”

I tried to remember what I was doing at 8.

Not writing symphonies,

Maybe writing sad poems about cats.

Poems about how time felt,

Like it had no beginning and no end.

Making attempts at exchanging Mangoes and guava for friendships .

Swimming in blue,

Ocean and sky

Running barefoot and free, under a Caribbean sun

Spending my days alone,

My nights escaping the sound of Scraping chairs with my sister.

Listening, dreaming.

He asked me what I was doing at 8,

I smiled and said

”I don't remember.”