I wrote this poem at 10 am
after a good night’s sleep
And a satisfying breakfast.
I was stone-cold sober,
And not the least hung over.
The sun shown brightly,
Without a hint of harshness,
And a nourishing breeze
Preserved the morning freshness.
My thoughts were untroubled
By the news of the world,
And the birds sang songs
Celebrating morning unfurled.
And I thought of you,
Running through bluebonnets,
Diving trough the air as if
You believed you could fly.
Laughing and screaming
As you ran into my arms.
I threw you higher,
And higher again,
But you’d never be satisfied
By the strength of a mortal.
You are unsatisfied still,
But I will wish you all
The way to the stars,
If I can, because that is
Where you should be,
And I am where I am.
Here. Earthbound.
And above ground,
For awhile longer.