Epiphany Tree

I walk into the park, the air immediatley cools.

Tonight, the moon owns my shadow

The sky is out of reach again. 

Has been 

my whole life

The playground knows no loneliness. 

Little kids by day, big by night

A cop slows, 

red globes fall

The cop leaves,

sparks fly

Virgin lungs bellow in the distance.

Laughter.

I sit on the swing, rock like a pendulum.

Hypnotized by gravity

I’ve learned more on this playground,

than in the classroom.