age eleven; just before dark

i am riding my bike

around our neighborhood again.

for the moment i am alone,

and the sun is going down behind me,

and i know that my parents will

start to wonder where i am soon.

they are still together now.

they are still fighting 

over things that we can’t remember anymore,

so i stop at the apple tree in front 

of our neighbor’s house,

and i grab low hanging fruit 

as it is ripening on the branches.

i let the august sun 

gentle and cooling

brush up against my cheek 

in that instant

i am expanding, 

the whole world is shrinking,

and i am eternal.

i am all, 

and i am still climbing that apple tree. 

i am eternal.

i am all.