It’s 2011 February 16th
I’m sitting on an old faded flowery pattern quilt
I can feel the prickly grass sinking through, tickling my body
I never knew I loved prickly grass the way it reaches
For the unknown world it can’t quite reach
I don’t like the way it never reaches the world
I didn’t know I loved light houses
I love them as much as I hate not seeing them in Maine
The way they shine for the world, reaching out to the lost
The way they shine for me and for the empty sea that longs
For its rays to sink into the waves
I didn’t know I loved the sea
I love the sea as much as I hate the creatures under it
Can someone afraid of water love the sea
The blue, gray, and green that reflects the beauty above
The breeze that brings the sea to those lucky enough to be in its path
I never knew I loved the breeze
I love the breeze as much as I hated it as a child
I love the way the trees clap their hands
And the clouds hurry along
I never knew I loved clouds
I like them as much as I dislike…sunburns
The clouds that cover the sun or let it shine through
The clouds that bring me a chance to use my imagination
I love any clouds as long they don’t cover the moon
I have always known I loved the moon
I love the man on the moon as much as I dis-love some boys I know
Watching him smile down at me from up there
I sigh and smile back at him from so far away down here
I have come to love down here
I love the way I can lay on this blanket
Feeling the grass underneath me
Reaching for the unknown world
The world that I never knew I loved
It's 2011 February 16th
and I'm sitting on an old faded flowery pattern quilt
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