Poem of the day 10-25-14

 I want to climb a tree,
the way we used to
when grape juice and
fruit roll ups were what
we'd have for dinner.

Come with me, up
to the tallest branch, where
the blue jay made her
nest, where the blue jays
learned to fly by falling.

Maybe we'll fall.
Hopefully we'll fall.
Broken bones will mend
with time. Fall
with me and fly.

Or maybe we'll just sprawl
out on a branch, looking at
the clouds. See things that
might have been, the things
that we made shapes of long ago.

I went to the bookstore
the other day, looking
for notes that you left
in the margins, the
scribbles, so that I might
touch paper you touched,
breath scents you breathed,
hold books you held.