For my siblings, Amy and Michael
Above the rug
of lava, we leapt—
coffee table to
cloud cushions
with the melody of
“Man on the Moon”
booming through
the speakers in
the living room.
The trio us
squealed.
Bounced, high
on love
and REM
then flopped
on the floor,
spilling giggles.
robbed of breath,
Burning
with joy.
We spun
around the sun
thirty times.
And here we land
in the same living
room. Saturday
afternoon. Speakers
boom our beloved
tune. My nieces
and nephew
squeal, and
bounce, high
on love
and REM.
The trio of us,
plopped on
the couch,
ignite
laughter
in flames of
new life.
Memories leap,
spin,
illuminate us,
again, breathless,
burning
with delight.
