Handpockets

Would you put yours in mine?

I don’t think I would mind.

We’re blowing in the wind-up

Knocked down and set right back up.

It could fall either way.

You know just what I’ll say.

I swear I won’t get too busy

To let you make me dizzy.

I waited longer and longer

Went way past given to wander

But when I see you I saunter

At least inside where I’m stronger.

You laugh and clouds escape you

You won’t let forces reshape you

You be the air in my spacesuit,

I’ll be the home that awaits you.

In the rainforest of feelings

Beneath the greenest of ceilings

Lie barely covered seedlings

And you may never believe this,

But, given the rain and the sun and…

The canopy cannot contain them

As they push through outstretched limbs

To pierce the sky’s blue skin.

© April 27 2006 John Brocato