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Our Worlds Are So Small
September 28, 2018
Our worlds are so small,
I think.
Have you ever kissed a lion?
Did you jump the fence?
Do your arms have holes?
If they close, will you remember them
as they were?
Do you eat oranges?
Is your heart on fire?
My world is small:
You and I.
The dishes and the dresser.
Keys on the table.
The light I left on.
A letter…I am shipwrecked.
The ocean in my dream.
It was purple.
I couldn’t find you.
The phone ringing. The silence.
The man mowing the lawn.
The leaves. How my mother once
jumped in them with me.
We were both younger.
The sky. How sometimes it belongs to me.
Your eyes at night. How they glow
brighter than the moon (I wonder
if it’s jealous).
My coat. Your hands.
My world open
as our mouths
and small
but somehow, I think
endless.
© Sarah M., Blairsville, PA
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This is a poem that was inspired by one of those rare moments where nostalgia, new love, and possibility intersect.