I balanced my back
In looong grass.
Felt the tickle of butterflies landing on my tummy
And with the dandelions that sway in the field
Intertwined with my hair
we looked up toward the sun with our hearts
Soaking up everything it had to offer
The dandelions and I danced together
Through poetry we had never written
Stumbling over the branches of words
Didn’t know how to write
Through forests of names on the wall as we try to find our own place.
Only to already have one.
The love pouring out of the wise trees enveloped us in words of
“How are you doing”
Spoken with fairy-like lightness and ocean deep sincerity.
We knew we could unfold our inexperienced petals and dream.
Looking up to our sun still we
Criticize paper we don’t understand
And swim valiantly through ambiguous waves
And talk about death.
Our sun guides us upward and shows us levels of petals we hadn’t originally seen
He reaches out with arms of rays and photons
Bringing stability to our chaos and safety to our anxious
We have bloomed in your light.
This ending is not a goodbye
But rather a redirection of the visible spectrum
Into the prism of our futures
So we can use your lessons
To create rainbows.