When I was a little girl,
We had houses of shade
Spaced along the road
Where the sycamores
And elms waved to us,
Their branches longer
Than time, leaves wider
Than space, our hearts
Scary with sunshine
Too explosive to contain.
I felt that way just now
When I saw what you
Had written to me,
When you talked of things
Necessary to exist and
Things necessary for a man
To thrive. All of life
Is a re-defining of those
Things: what we breathe
And what we breathe into.
–Shaun Perkins
