kikai

Do you remember when we

were young and growing

wild in the meadow?

Wind blowing through

Our hair.

Butterflies fluttering

About in the air.

We could breathe

smaller breaths then.

And dance around for

hours on end not caring

about what lies ahead.

But being suspended in time

and this place.

An unsullied happiness

and a stolen

moment, that

we put into a jar

to keep close and safe.

© Kimberly Keck