Grown-Ups

  
Pretending
Playing house
Thinking, imagining
What will I be
When I grow up
Playing in worlds
In movies and books
Adventures, mysteries
Lives I thought
All grown-ups had

Somehow someone now
With small hands and feet
May be looking at me
Seeing me ride the bus
Going to the office
Having a boss
Shopping and cooking
Getting out my keys
Pretending to be
A grown-up in the city

Element School

  

They sit there unaware
In the chaos of their wooden chairs
Playing with words and colors
And the thoughts of the world
Leaning on each other
Assembling how it all works
Questioning moonbeams
Bonding over daydreams
And stories untold

She flickers, a shape shifter
Always making and destroying
Silent decisive action
Glowing and spinning
A moving abstraction
A burning attraction

He flows, a morphing wave
With weight and power
Depth and strength
The white noise grows louder
With every length
A tower devouring everything

She flies, a freeing speed
Wise and stealthy
Her eyes full of clarity
Not afraid of possibility
Invincible, invisible
She rises with every dive

He creates, a nurturing hand
Mending what’s broken
Giving life another chance
A shoulder, careful and tender
For every creature and friend
A defender of the land

They seek each other
Alone in their pursuit
For purpose and wonder
Gliding by, passing through
Stretching to reach the blue
Morphing to touch the roots
To connect like they used to
When they were youngsters
In element school

At Home

Worshiping the new apartment,

baptizing it with homemade lasagna,

Reminiscing being eighteen and dreaming

of art and nostalgia.

 

Memories shine bright as we still believe

in summer nights.

Hanging onto balconies

and downtown streetlights.

 

Make yourself at home,

warm dogs curled at your feet,

Imagination left to roam,

seeing life from the backseat.

 

Not seeing the world’s confines,

letting neon possibilities seep,

Openness and a subtle sigh,

the music notes we seek.

 

Synchronicity in our ties,

crossed paths take a sip,

Reuniting with our simple times of

music, tea and friendship.

 

The delta gently breathes,

soft spoken and mellow,

Stretching our sweatshirts,

knees hidden in a pillow.

 

Our home town in a landscape blanket,

night cruising and dancing in a feeling,

Growing up with time travel and pancakes,

We take the long way home and drink it.