Visions

(written March '10)



visions of gliding across a football field
under dark November skies
and bright stadium lights
replacing the air with a suckling-sweet melody
harmoniously flitting through the audience
from
ear
to
ear

visions of soaring over the hardwood
dodging throngs of jersey-ed men
and feeling the rumble
of the jet engine crowd
roaring
cheering
bellowing out
their passions and sorrows

visions of holding you
your hair brushing against my chest
and a smile worth
so much more than a thousand words
and maybe we would lie on
soft prickly grass
and watch the universe wake up
as it stretches its scintillating limbs
across the night sky