Popcorn

I miss the days 

When we would run through the fields 

And swim in the pond all day 

Smiling and using kayaks 

I miss the nights 

ten tears that escape from the narrow corners of my eyes

flowing down my cheeks and onto my lap where they melt and disappear

even my tears have lost.

nine questions scribbled into a diary late at night

The binary code is plastered everywhere

from the billboard of the new romance movie

to the books that have shaped our history. 

The binary code is ingrained in our heads

as we see the magazines, 

I hang candy necklaces from the tips of my fingers

All the way to your reaching palms.

We smile like we're kids again. Maybe we always were,

But who realizes that anymore?

Just some little sentences, quick delights, really, jotted down on a tiny reporter's notebook during a flight from Burlington to Raleigh yesterday. Enjoy and remember that the world is full of delight!