Poem: May 17, 2019

Song Without A Rhyme

I can't remember the last time I tried
to do a handstand in the grass
or rolled like a cylinder down a hill
or rode my bike all over town.
I don't remember, I don't remember.

When was the last time we stayed up late
and watched the sun rise before bed,
or spent the afternoon at the park
playing games and chasing about.
I don't remember, I don't remember.

Wasn't there a time that was easier, easier
to let our impulse take the lead?
With nothing scheduled and nothing to prove,
we could be fools, we could be fools
drifting in our own wide open spaces.

Did I really ever sleep on the ground
or dig some deep hole just to dig?
Looked under rocks, held bugs in my hands
or drank the water from the hose.
I don't remember, I don't remember.

Wasn't there a time that was easier, easier
to let our impulse take the lead?
With nothing scheduled and nothing to prove,
we could be fools, we could be fools
drifting in our own wide open spaces.

Let's get the soccer ball out of the shed.
Let's build a fort in the living room.
Let's catch fireflies, keep them in jars.
Ambush someone with water balloons.
And try to remember, try to remember
drifting in our own wide open spaces.