Friends Forever

Friends Forever

Her hair shimmers on the wavelets of summer breezes,

effortlessly lifting like the dispersing tiny parachutes

from round dandelion heads of down,

riding the cool currents from my backyard.

Her eyes flutter in the slow open and fold

of a monarch laying to rest on a nearby tulip petal,

as a caterpillar inching toward me

conveys his awkwardness in measured gravitation,

awaiting some worthy transformation to join

in the seasoned journey of annual pilgrimage.

And yes,

the crease of her smile is Christmas in July,

with bow-tie surprises unwrapped by her

relished laughter on the floor of my tree house domain.

In perfect Sunday form, she slides hands to fashion

a cupped pillow of sorts, listening in rapped attention

to musings of dreams until now untold.

And, I feel a certain comfort in all of this,

staring blankly, after saying all I had to say,

as the parachutes drift-in,

with imagined helpless little men dangling from reins,

as I blow hard to watch their dismayed faces

from their gathering annoyance to my Sleeping Beauty.

After awhile, I slide hands in a companion pillow,

soon dreaming of hitting eighty home runs,

winning Golden Gloves, even being an All-Star,

just to see her smile one more time

and taste her fresh chocolate chip cookies in fair reward.

- Mark Trubisky

Inspired by the painting “Friends Forever”