Spring

You came yelling into my room with a news that I’d been waiting for the longest time.
Over the entire spring break I kept counting days, until you finally said,
They’re flowering! Wake up! You’ve been asleep for an entire day, don’t you want to see them?
For eighteen years, I’ve not jerked as much while waking up;
Come!
And then you grabbed my hand as if I were a kid and there it was,
Our place, our backyard.
It took us two years to plant all the saplings, and here they were,
Flowering gracefully.
A strange sense of wholeness surrounded the both of us, and we sat there sipping chamomile tea,
Starting into the infinite boulevard of dreams.



