property

Do you remember,

when we both

discovered

thing’s weren’t supposed

to be easy anymore?

Your family

had far too much

property to fill

with merely

adult sulking.

We were basking in it,

knuckle white

from smothering time,

smothering ourselves.

What’s the opposite of catch up?

Lessons that year

had a starting line of

‘Kids look away,’

as if a kid would look away.

We found a still creek,

but were old enough to know

there wasn’t much

to do with it.

With ourselves.

Repeating how green

the trees were, was

not satisfying either of us.

It was that time before dark

when light has

retired, and everything,

your whole property,

can’t find us,

can’t find sense.

Staring at each other,

home became

our disappointment

and comfort was knowing

we would always be

sometimes a little,

often a lot

sad.