9-1-11 + cliffs, by karen o and the kids

They played in the sun-
deep, orange, citrus sun-
laughter singing in their ears like
an old record,
familiar-
as if part of a soundtrack-
how many years returned in those
precious moments-
how it must have felt to have the breeze
drift through-
and to feel the sun drip down like a honey sweet
cascade-
they drank like they’d never been able
to before-
drank with both hands
there was such a thirst-
that day was their hydration-
they believed in something that was
just beyond reach-
and they were never afraid to keep their hands
extended-
knowing that one day their fingers
would touch-

cliffs – karen o and the kids

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s