In the summertime
I walk up the hill
Get thorns poking in my legs
From the grass
I sit down
in the same spot I always have
and I whisper my
secrets and hopes
my only listeners
the breeze
the coyotes think
I'm nuts
but that's okay
I'll keep telling them
everything anyway
In the fall I walk
up the stairs
climbing 2 steps at
a time Lilja
the cat
is suddenly playful
clawing at my feet
I reach the landing
the my sisters room
plop down on her
bed I talk as
she play
the newest
Nentendo game
I tell her my worries
and my
troubles
and even though
all I hear is
"Uhuh" "Hmmm"
and watcher her nod
it pleases me to
think that she heard
part of what I said
In the winter
now the ground
has snow
Yule, Christmas, and
Chanukah decorations
hung, my brother sits
by the fire
moaning of the
reading homework
he still has to do
I sit down next to him
to see if he will understand
and her says
"sure" "too bad "nice"
"I'm sorry" "I hope it works out"
and then I feel better
Until the spring time comes
then I walk out side
and stretch out into
the grass now
tall enough to hide me
and I talk to myself
and I reflect on everything
I speak to myself
and I wait
and I wait
for the spring time to pass
and the summer to come
once more
so I can confide again.
