hand me back to the day in which awe awoke
birdsong and sunrise constants full of wonder
hand me back to the day which held out timeless treats not predictable making them all the more rich
hand me back to the day where naivety was a blanket of protection and curiosity a cape that consistently lent giggles to the minutes
hand me back to the day where past was mostly present and future reigned raw untethered
hand me back to the day in which responsibility was simply to answer a call and joy seemed the only transaction of urgency
perhaps scientific or prescientific or just pure beauty or just God
this assurance this chance at life in human form this grasp toward remembering with it’s ephemerous skim this glimpse into something held out in promise of willed hope
nothing to replace that