Meteor Shower

Cotton bayou
Swinging screen door on the night of a meteor shower
So much dark blue sky I could cry and fade for it
My childhood is always there in my bones
Can you remember when fireflies meant the world to you?
Or when you caught wonder with one bite sized peek
fingertips resting on one whitewashed windowsill or another
There's enough love here to squeeze the stars
and turn them out for the moon
I remember a time
A lazy, meaningful guitar riff
and the delicious hum of ten o' clock grasshoppers
when I walked outside with my grandparents
dizzy with joy
and barefoot on the barely lit dirt road, happy as a bug
I still can't believe the parade of young euphoria
when I drink in the memories tethered to dreams