Thirty-four and More

I’m wrapped in a rubyjeanneblanket

from my head to my toes, tangled up in

blue like sidewalk grey in the sky we

used to know like before, when the

rain lifted you onto my shoulders and

into my life, into a future that would

not happen for thirty-four years, a

shoulder to climb on, a shoulder to

lean on, a bottomless memory into a

topless bike ride into new possibilities

full of new times and new tunes, better

than the past—a taking chances, dice

throwing romance is what we always

bargained for, at quite a bargain, pawn

shop gold and silver bands, rings of

fire to warm us when the cold crept

through the cracks, always through the

cracks, the wind brought us together, a

spirit, like jumping in at the deep end

bare as a newborn into a cold world,

we bind each other’s embrace into one

wrapped around each day in a

rubyjeanneblanket from my hat to my

shoes, the best kind of blues that can’t

help but make you smile. 

Could it be that you and me

were meant to see today become tomorrow?        

May 27, 2012