48 birds flew over my head
Hints hints of what lie ahead
48 wrinkles lay on top of my bed
I wanted adventure, laughter, and fun
I wanted creativity, love, and the son
48 worries I tattooed on my heart
Evidence evidence of just where to start
48 times I wished I’d depart
I dreamt a life from the edge of a cliff, my babies had no choice but to jump, tumble, lift
In one unmistakable moment I recognized myself — I was 28 and time was my wealth
I saw the green borealis like a mirage in the sky, I declared this one is mine!
Mine!
Mine!
Then I grasped and yanked it like a cartoon keyboard, till it was gone
Gone
Gone
I’m all out of time
48 petals fell along a crooked garden gate, petals like footsteps falling much too late
48 wishes trapped in a jar
Dreams dreams they are never so far
48 times I tripped over words, my mouth ajar
48 tears evaporated into space; four tea fractures ate at my soul
The old man planted two cherry trees in the yard; one pink and one white; twisted together as they grew
Stories untold no one ever knew
48 pale blue bottles along a white windowsill
48 perfect visions still, strapped against my will