aha moment!

aha moment!

A Poem by Zoe

When I look at you I don’t care about my split ends.
pepto bismol mush that would usually make me gag
A year ago spinning arcs circumference
like an airplane doing cartwheels our fingers entwined
With the awkward air that casually blew away pretending we didn’t succumb to its grace
Or lack there of?
You could pick the two of us up and put us anywhere in the world and we would walk on,
our feet cementing the walk walking the cement
Loose love love loose soon to be lost but this moment lasts so long
This could be the 2 minutes of dream memory we have before we die that lasts three hundred and twenty lifetimes
Questioning ideals we sit in wet grass (knee spots butt spots tear spots)
Questioning each other the sum is always an even number
Questioning the world we scoff at the idealistic simplicity and then wonder what that means
We’re still puberty stricken
Voice changing breasts changing laughter changing
And we continually unlock padlocks with a gasp aha!
Giggling and finally I whisper
I cant unlock you
Stumbling for the right key two three jamming after the other
It’s too dark, no, it wont fit
He cant get mine open either and then we stop
And then we stop and stop again
Does this mean?
Yes
We have so much yet to learn? We haven’t explored the world and back?
circulating like seagulls, breathing like sea salt, embrace like subway wind
we catch the edge of a torn piece of paper, headline barely visible exclaiming the naïveté of us
of us ofus
but we knew it all along
we knew it all along, of course
with a shrug and a wink
and four or five blinks

© 2008 Zoe


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Zoe
Zoe

Minneapolis



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A Poem by Zoe