Wednesday, May 30, 2007


Someday, when these places have grown too narrow,
I hope you remember when they held heaven and earth.
I hope you remember days as long as epochs
And always too short.
Bushes that towered like redwoods, puddles like the seven seas,
Weeds that were the fairest of all flowers.
Someday, in some dark moment,
I hope you remember the afternoon sun throwing rainbows on the floor.
I hope you remember the front porch that looked out on the universe
And was covered with popsicle drips.
Someday, when you walk past the bushes
And keep going to the ends of the earth,
I hope you remember that here was the beginning.


the Joneses said...

So the question is, did you write this? Even if you didn't (but more so if you did), it's beautiful and I've been reading it over and over.

-- SJ

Queen of Carrots said...

Well, yes, but it seemed awkward to put "By QOC (QOC Wrote It)" at the bottom.

Kelly said...

Beautiful... Thanks for sharing! Mind if I save it?

Queen of Carrots said...

That's fine.

DJ said...

I like this...