with such exuberance
It’s very early for usand yet, not you.
In fact, it might be
late. For you.
The shortness ofyour little lives
deserves your joyful
We scream in bars,at the inadequacies
of our lives, you scream
on a playground
because it’s fun.
We pout about,you shout and laugh
and I stand in my window,
jealous of it.
The sun on your faceis newer than it will
ever be for me.
Your high pitched screamsas some other little one
scurries about behind you
trying to tag you is something
I don’t remember what it’s liketo be that small and full of
absolute innocence and wonder.
My head is clouded with older personnonsense, while yours is clouded with
what might be. And you scream and shout
with un-tempered joy at
the very action of running.
My feet hurt and I groanat the prospect of sitting up.
Don’t ever let the world
quiet your screams of defiant