Youth

Let’s run away!
I think there’s a tree we can climb.
I’ll make a bed for you with your favorite blanket.
Yes!
The one your parents would bring to the beach in the Jeep.
It’ll smell of the salty Gulf in the canopy of trees.
I’ll collect morning dew for you to drink.
We’ll forage and keep our promises.
Can’t you feel the life tingling under your skin?
If your fingernails could speak,
They’d say, “Grab it!”
Sing your days and hum your evenings to rest.
Be now!