Wednesday, February 8, 2012


written 6.28.2012

when you were a 9 year old boy
splashing around in the shallow silvery
rivers of puerto rico, between wonder and fear
of the raging life of your abuelo's backyard,
i wish i was with you

eyes wide big and dimples like stars
twinkling at the center of both your cheeks
your sparkling toes dancing through laughing rivers,
running after neon colored frogs with cupped hands, chasing
the cry of the coqui
i wish i was with you

i wish i was with you
to hear your bouncing giggles echo off tree trunks
to play in the sticky web of your wonder

i wish i was with you