We were the gatekeepers of Knob Hill
our secret hideaway
nestled in the small valley
between the dunes of 13th and 14th
Halfway from the pavement
and the shoreline
where seashells and sea glass
clustered like precious jewels
Binding us home
Binding us to this home
Eating popcorn, drinking Coca Cola
watching the sun set
Laughing at nothing
was everything
Howling back at the moon
Counting the ways we could draw
lines between the shooting stars
the magical shooting stars
We built a fort in the sand
under the waxing moon
Chasing the waves as
they ebbed and pulled time
through our fingertips
We thought we’d live forever
with our youthful salty kisses
Lingering on the storybook pages
we wrote on the walls
in our memories
In our memory
Time is a curious tease
I still hear your voice
breathless with excitement
calling me
to come play outside
outside
