Summertime

Where the living is easy?

There was a body
That grew inside me
One that embodies 
The bruise of timing 

A child clings
First to his mother, though
There’s a quiet sting as  
Touch shifts farther 

Away in space and the 
Ways we engage
Inside pages reframing 
The strangeness of aging 

You’ll pull away 
From my gaze 
From my reign—
I’ll hide my pain  

But I will remain

And I pray
That you will stay 
Like yesterday, as 
Summertime plays

Nearly as big as I am
But I picture the hand 
That wrapped round my finger,
Brand-new eyes caught my glance 

And now a decade’s advanced
And you grant me the chance 

To hold you and sing you
Songs of futures

And pasts

©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.