From An Almost Forgotten School

This day comes like wild horses- ta-da,
You know:
Waking me up and putting me in preschool;
And the day is as all shimmering as
Glass,
And her eyes are changing colors with the
Weather,
And I get so happy until I fall to pieces,
And then I place my head in my hands and I
Stop congratulating myself;
And I think of boats and helicopters as
Slick mirages-
And I don’t know what I’ve been doing, only that
I want to come,
And at the same time say her name, in the backyard
Alongside that glistening pool like a sweet diamond
Of captured, enraptured nature:
So sweet you don’t even know, like a slice of your
Favorite kind of pie cavorted away from your
Best friend’s older sister;
And now I should say my peace, and go to sleep;
And in my sweet wet dreams, weep a piece,
And wait until she is sleeping too, and pluck her some
Like a narrow-minded conquistador out beside
Her kitchen windows,
Reminding her that we are both together at mile zero,
And the waves are even now tapping parallel to where
We are,
Wanting in to the bedroom where we’ve been busy making
Love while the sea has come up expectantly,
And the buses have returned our younger selves from
An almost forgotten school.