I hear it all —
giggles in the classroom, frogs on the lotus leaves
croaks that mingle with the rustle of the trees
branches that house crickets of the night
wild parties and swinging side to side
I see it all —
Lilies on the lake bloom in the dark
as the little missies liven up the park —
knee length socks, skipping rocks
concrete walks, whirling frocks
I touch it all —
rustic palms filled with scratches of the fields
clunky keys that type out poems in rotten woods
buckled up shoes and brushed down curls
sitting down for piping hot meals
I feel it all —
Sneaking behind walls, missing class
morning bells that linger too long
Lace ribbons that rope down the future
far-flung passions that prove out wrong
Doodles on my desk become tattoos on my heart
Every day, I wake up early —
Alive in a Dead Man’s World
Stop thinking, touch my soul —
Scoop in, make the half dream whole