I dove into the black water
where three moons swam,
splashed down into
the wet grass
of a field
our gang of four
played ball on endless
summer days that ended
when we were too old
for games
but why were we
ever too old for
something that hurt
no one and brought
so much joy?
Because joy ceased being
the metric of our lives,
swapped out for that nebulous
idea of success I now measure
in the amount of empty pints
it takes to swim
with long gone friends
in ancient amniotic fields
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 7:57 PM UTC
I dove into the black water
where three moons swam,
splashed down into
the wet grass
of a field
our gang of four
played ball on endless
summer days that ended
when we were too old
for games
but why were we
ever too old for
something that hurt
no one and brought
so much joy?
Because joy ceased being
the metric of our lives,
swapped out for that nebulous
idea of success I now measure
in the amount of empty pints
it takes to swim
with long gone friends
in ancient amniotic fields