Tennis
The sun opens the day with a fine cut, searching for my eyes with its light scalpel, but I hide. My body isn’t ready yet—bones and flesh want to stay put, spin around in idleness a little longer. Like a crouton in a sauce or a polar bear in an overheated sea. But the job must be done, life must be lived, air must change owners today as well.
We were the children beyond knowing.
With the world spread out past the exits, beyond the forests.
Gently hidden in the text, a pulsing mystery, without beginning, without end.
Our fantasies, open and vulnerable.
We were running crosswinds, the universe rushing through our bodies.
We could turn anything inside out.
Between the trunks we slipped, into the streams we stepped,
and the only thing stopping us was dinner calling us inside.
Love will prevail
there is no set date yet
but love will prevail.
