Run Run Run Run JUMP
Sing out through the kitchen,
And the living room,
And through the dog door,
Sing out from any place you can hide and still sit comfortably,
Any place with cool shade and the freedom to feel like your lips are sewn shut,
Without betraying a lie.
Sing out because you can!
Where will you find a better teacher than the love that tells you to?
Walk with and don’t walk against,
Sing with and sing strong, because you can,
Act quick but only act silly,
Dance because the rain is already coming,
And it’s just a matter of fruition.
The magnolia trees have bloomed, did I tell you that?
Flowering Pears on the rise,
The Red Buds have yet to bloom,
And the Cherry Blossoms have yet to even betray a whisper of a bud.
Remember that one time we made potions, and witches brew?
Ripped up dirt, ripped up plants, hose water and as much dreaming as we could imagine,
We’d let it sit outside in the sun for two weeks, having forgotten,
The bugs would find it,
And my mother.
What about the Chocolate mint, back on Iowa Street,
Or how you could only swing so high before you got chucked off that one that was half-way a teeter totter?
Sun tea and swimsuits,
Sunburns and pouting over aloe,
Sweating in your sleep,
Desperately searching for the cool side of the pillow,
Never realizing everyone from the rest of the world says “pillow” wrong,
It’s a Kansas thing.
Sunflowers that are oily black in the center, but ripple out gold,
Making fun of the vanity plates on racing Jeeps and hiding the McDonald’s bag in the trash outside the house before everyone else found out;
I wonder if my brothers’ kids will inherit that one,
Or if mine will, someday.
God, how precious is family,
I wonder when the day will come that we will figure out that love is really just a means to an end;
Dance because you can, so I do,
But not all dances are pretty,
Idealism isn’t a thing if you still manage to keep your feet on the ground,
But I feel like today, I could lift off and never touch the dirt again.
I’ll tell you what it’s like to fight against the winds of the Gulf Coast,
I’ll join an honorary geese formation, for the hell of it,
I’ll dabble in building more elaborate nests than all of them,
I’ll find a cliff’s edge and adopt a couple little bird babies and spent my days squawking over them,
I’ll build a couple of wings better than Icarus did,
And each feather a blessing, when it touches the ground,
I’ll molt all over the place,
Like a phoenix,
And cry a lot too,
Just for good measure.
I want to get lost in the dreams I never knew,
But I bet you $5 they would have never been this vibrant.
Lions and Tigers AND DRAGONS, Oh my,
How bout them apples, you half-awake crazies?
If I could French braid, I’d weave together all these strands of stories that get stuck behind your ears,
And fall into your eyes,
And dabble across your temples,
And I’d make a crown out of the stories,
And weave it upon your head,
So you don’t lose it.
I’d screw your head on real tight,
And put a little common sense behind the place you can scratch it off,
And I’d make real sure you couldn’t soak it off with too much whining.
I’d string up all the dead dreams and turn them into an ornament to ward off things I don’t believe in,
Or better yet,
I’d just throw them away,
Instead of being like a Savage Teenager.
Here is to your Mistakes,
Here it to your Regret!
Let’s drink a toast to the good stumbles that led us here,
Instead of the bad rambles we forgot about!
Let’s skip stomp jump run run run run JUMP
Until we forget why growing pains are said to ache,
And then we’ll ignore it up higher;
Keep climbing these day dream imaginary throw-it-out-the-window-and-watch-it-come-back slopes,
Like the love that makes you dream in the first place.