ANOTHER SEA OF CLOUDS (REFRACTED)
we’re peering into the windows of tomorrow
shadowed by sunflowers and tangled in vines
we’re walking on and over our own heartbeats
buried deep under the shimmering city pavement
we toss a blanket down with our submarine sandwiches
cream soda and cheddar cheese, laughter and memories
someday when I write like a writer these scenes will live forever
one hardback after another piling in a pyramid of aliveness
a monument to the moments that made me
knitting pages of conversation together under a shady oak
we can call it the space between the way I hold a wine glass
and what it actually takes to be a cougar in this world
we’ll call that window a mirror if it can nail our image down
when your satchel holds half my purse and all of tomorrow’s stories
Lovely. The way you describe ‘someday when I write like a writer’ is resonant for so many of us! As is the ‘monument to the moments that made me.’ Thank you!
Very good! Great imagery and a sustaining metaphor.
Really like this.
Love the imagery in this poem, and how the overarching metaphor grows ever stronger as the poem proceeds.
Last stanzas nail it!