Children Running Through

remember
the taste
of lazy, summer days
when upon
open fields
you and I would lay
and watch
as clouds
would slowly
shift,
stretch
and change

remember
baptizing
every puff of white
with a shape,
a name?
unaware how
for hours we’d play
this game
and the day itself
would simply
melt away

remember
the cool of sweat,
the blades of grass
that pressed against
our backs
as we
laid upon
the earth

our arms
outstretched,
as though able
to embrace the world
completely enamored
by the beauty
of the sky

our fingers,
in all their smallness,
combing through
air
as if able to
touch heaven
and somehow reach
our ancestors

crowning our fingers
in halos
of sunlight
their faces,
their smiles,
yours,
ours,
mine

hiding behind clouds
though their sight
never left
our side

sorting through noise,
as infinite sounds
spilled
onto the streets
and the laughter
of children running through
as they looked back,
making faces at me

the sound of
of their voices
filling the air
soft and sweet
rising, elevating
clear and free

free, that’s
what I wish
to be.

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