Four Picture Windows
segments of the sky
rooted in earth with those trees afire
in this part of the world the weather is perfect
another peak on the meter on its way down
this view is tickling nirvana
a giggling tease, tears in your eyes leaking into your laughing mouth
held open by humor and disgust
that feeling between flying and falling - the realization of a promised end
with time as the constant
the constant ticking and teasing, tocking and talking
remembering I am mortal against all foes
even that equal-and-opposite foe within
that bully on the playground of the imagination
pushing too high on the swings
spinning too hard on the swinging tire
stealing your kickball, then throwing it at your back
so you start hanging around the temporary mother figure with the whistle
the playground at the elementary school in my neighborhood has put me right
back there
a wormhole into history sending back the pain and the joy in the memory
these four picture windows capture more than this moment in their frame
I've been transported to a young me through feeling
perfection caught and remembered
this house reminds me of good times
an authentic adult product of my former child self
October 6, 2007