Five Minute Breakfast Poems #5 {last one}

This is the last poetry month breakfast poem.
I think it's been a great exercise to keep writing.

Poetry is something that is like currency to me. If I have enough really good lines saved up then I can buy one hot damn good poem. And it can buy happiness or sadness or sexy looks across a crowded someplace.

It doesn't matter if the poem sucks because in each poem there is a moment or a line or even a couple of words standing together that mean everything.
Everything. Keep writing? I will.


Someday We Won't Remember This

what do you really remember
about being this little kid
photographs and smells
and the stories
little myths
that the big ones tell us until they become
deep grooves across our cortex


but the tiny days of a 4 years old
there is a sadness in this age
if you think too long
about him not recalling
all this
and that
and this particular day in the Spring
of a year
when the stars all aligned
and we talked like people
in love
and in sync
and yes you lived inside of me once
and yes the world is so big
and inside of your eyes like fire
bursting out to me
I am warmed by this moment
music dumped into the background
I teach you about Lindsey Buckingham and we eat biscuits
and I am as important as Copernicus to you
I make sense of everything for you
I tell you that yes
we revolve around the sun

but only so many times

and we only remember

so many of them