Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Amidst the Clutter

I found the following poem while I was cleaning my room today. I think it was a rush-write once upon a time.

If we slide out of bed and crawl down the hall
Past Mom and Dad's room
Pressed against the wall at the top of the stair where the floor creaks
And you follow me into the yard
Where the dew is cold like just-melted ice
And our toes sink into the ground like burrowing worms
I'll lift you over the fence
And if you'll grab my hand once you're on the neighbor's roof and pull me up
Then we can watch the sun rise over the trees
And eat ice cream for breakfast.

Scrabble scores were on the back of the paper. I totally won.

Current song: "Hallelujah," Rufus Wainwright


Bekah said... cream for breakfast...Should I bring bananagrams when we come visit in August?

Roses said...

It's beautiful.
I totally feel it.

(...the poem, not the Scrabble win)