Find me free in the place we used to be
Where we loved each other close
Where there was more shelter and fewer clothes.
Touch the face pressed smooth with lips and love
In a place where we used to be free…
Now in a window through glass darkly I am framed:
The evidence is all around me posted and paned.
Turn away from the sill
It is time to bend to the stronger will.
Come along now, it is time to meet.
Come up from your chair and out through the door.
There is so much to see: here is the world, and more…
What is it about a surprise
That Christmas moment of sparkle
When a stranger’s smile touches my eyes:
It is a stolen kiss and the chance we take;
It is forgiveness for the mess we made and the deal we make;
It is the first time jumping naked in a freezing cold lake…
It is to dance when stillness would be a mistake.
I remember a freckled face wrinkled in a girl’s frown
Because I had to go home, because the sun was down.
I wish I had known
Just how not very far I could go alone…
I wish I had never found out
What it’s like to live in a world that’s round.
But back then my world was maybe four-feet-two
And we ran under a summer of flawless blue
Don’t tell me I can’t find Happiness
I know how to get there…
I am no stranger to tan feet and long blonde hair,
Or how her azure eyes closed when she kissed a boy.
Now tonight I’m not waiting for the light to turn green.
I’m turning anyway…coming home because I know you’re there.
The stars are burning brighter and I’m trembling…
This is joy.
8.18.2006
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