perspective

i befriended the most hilarious and precocious twelve year old yesterday
reminded of what it was like to prefer the company of adults
(ironically, as i now prefer the company of intelligent and curious children)
reminded of what it was like to want someone you could never touch
reminded of the days when we groped around in the back seats of cars
reminded of thinking it was all life or death
knowing now that none of it really matters
sitting now on the other side of wanting to impress
i wish there had a been a shortcut to here
still smaller than the mountains
unable to fly and sing like those majestic birds

we meet who we meet
we live what we live
we like what we like
we understand as much as we understand
that is all there is
that, and our kindness to one another
tomorrow, regardless
there will still be snow on those mountains

wrong time, wrong place, wrong universe
i guess that's what dreams are for
(that, and warnings)

In sooth I know not why I am so sad...