we used to catch grasshoppers on sun kissed Saturday mornings

between that and sliding down the hill on torn up cardboard our day was filled to the brim

laughing and carrying on in the void of time

taking trails and pathways in the forest to places we stored secrets and where monsters dwelled

sometimes, we’d blow kisses at dandelions sending them on journeys to who knows where

while shielding the sun from our brows to see where we should go off to next

my calculator watch blinks half past three, one hour til supper, still time to explore

the fish plant whistle sounds, and we look across the harbour just like the last time we heard it

this time a big boat captures our attention wondering what adventures they’ve had, how high were their seas and were there pirates

a seagull soars high squawking its return, coming back to us for a visit, it was never the same one….but we didn’t care

those days were hot, the ocean was cold, our little boy hearts warm

in the heat of the moment we thought the world stretched forever from the hillside where we perched and one day we would get to see the rest

for now, our world was big enough because our dreams were much much bigger