“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
I plan to eat peaches
catch fireflies
sing loudly in the street
laugh belly-aching laughs
love until my heart bursts
skinny dip in cool summer water
sip salty sweet margaritas
wear floppy hats
grow parsnips and rutabaga
deep dive into the caverns of my soul and live questions about WHY this is and WHAT could be
try to build bridges where once there were cracks
and
crevices
scale cold mountains of closed minds until respect melts hatred and children play memory with world capitals instead of firearms
slip slide
in slow salsa
under an ink black sky
pinpricked
by a milky sliver moon
— Alexa Brownell