We Could All Be...

Sometimes it occurs to me that I used to say things I thought were important on this blog; did i stop having important things to say? It doesn’t take me long to realize i just started saying the important things to human beings instead of the internet. I put poems into books where we can touch the words, instead of typing them with letters that look nothing like my own.

You were on my mind; it’s no surprise

The rain is pouring down, but I was

Curious, I was just wondering:

Years from now do you reckon you’ll be

Checking your phone to see if it’s me,

Or her, or him, or any of us:

“It’s time for a new journey again”?

Because the wind was warm as it blew -

Carrying the frisbee straight to you -

On the day we knew but could not see,

Summer was to be our legacy.

Your smile has always been contagious

With freedom clearly glowing in your

Eyes and the world spinning in your heart.

Playground chains creaked and I was confused,

How could anyone help but love you?

Well your laugh brings us to hysterics

(In the very best way, I promise)

And I’m inspired by how you manage;

How do you keep it up every day?

Are you permanently crazy like

You’ve told me? (I guess it would make sense).

In your crinkled brow I see shadows

Where the mind of a poet shows through

While youth reveals itself in your voice -

Carrying the breath of adventure -

And I wonder: How old is your soul?

Tea parties, yard sales and playground dust,

All these feelings seem to stick to us.

So as something exciting begins,

Just wait and see what the season brings.

They’re complicated, I know, the things

You’ve been thinking; you can’t stop thinking -

Overthinking. “We’re the same.” You said,

So I’ll try to understand, because

I don’t know how to love is too much.

But chagrin never lasts, this time please

Believe me. Did you ever think that

This could be the place you’re meant to be?

Even if not, we’ll figure it out;

It’s magic when you return my smile.

With the trees to fill our eager hands

And grass imprinting our bare skin,

We’re learning: We’re children after all.

Now there’s a secret you’ve been showing,

Though you’re not aware, The softness in

Your words as our eyes meet with a grin

Because you don’t quite know that we know:

You’re not as tough as you think you are.

How does anyone ever figure

Out what’s on your mind when words spill

From your mouth too quick for light to catch?

Let us pull you back and maybe it

Would all become clear in the morning rays,

Crystal and equally as precious.

Have you a care? Or have you let go

Of your troubles? Is it true you fly

Where the wind goes, like it seems you do?

There was no question in the fire;

There never was a doubt in the warmth.

Beneath the stars we can tell: it lasts.

Like the smoke on our clothes, it’s clinging.

You’re singular, though mostly not here;

Your imagination’s been running

Wild again, are you out of breath yet?

Oh, I’ve been chasing after it too -

Longing to see all the dreams you’ve found.

I know someday you’ll take me with you

And there won’t be any need to run.

I know we’re young; we’re weak in time’s hands.

We’re in the song of every unseen

Bird and in the smell of afternoon,

But if you count the ripples we make

(But you can’t) with our toes in the lake

I’m sure you’ll see none of that matters.

For like the ripples, we can’t capture

Each moment of all the memories

We’ve made. So call my name, I’ll reply:

We’ll live in these Summers forever.