we have cooled, haven’t we?
Slowed to the rhythm of days
we never saw coming,
preoccupied now with the minutes
that once seemed tenuous.
Is it granted, this life,
made up of the coffee spoons we
recycle without telling each other?
Or are we still
allowed to burn with the flames we once knew,
standing billowing upon the mountaintops
of hills we fought to crest,
when we were brave and excited?
Let us not go gentle
into the twilight of our love’s forgetting,
but make of life
a more impassioned cry
and remember once more
that ecstasy does not keep,
but must be found and caught
like the fireflies we saw in humid nights.
It is work, this
braver love, this
scaling of walls, this
looking at another person and seeing them
as another universe filled with light and sound and fury
the smallness, too,
I will not sit
to watch love wilt in jars;
let us climb again
those towers that yearn for, but do not reach,
©K Paige Medina 27 March 2017