did you kick up rocks and dirt beneath the swingset,
creating an indentation in the loose earth below you
raking at your feet? the world isn't as deep as your
little feet can reach, no; i bet you scooped up gravel
with your heels, bended their backs to act like shovels.
do you remember when the rocks underneath our feet
meant that we were going someplace? the tornadoes
we stirred up in the dirt between our toes
were the only calamities we would catch a glimpse of.
did the swing hit your back when you jumped off?
someday, i will give you a call and ask you
when you're coming home. maybe there isn't any signal
at your new apartment.