Juvenescence

Do you remember the last time

sugar tasted sweet and not cloying?

An early evening in early March;

When spring hadn't yet lost its touch.

A sandpit with its magic intact -

Not yet a feral litter box.

Do you remember the last time

dreams didn’t settle into nightmares?

An unbottled intoxication

Brimming with hope,

Our invincible hearts built

Love stories on every note

Do you remember the last time

a walk in the rain was liberating and not soul-wrenching?

A gust of wild adventure

With hearts left asunder

The whole world and its stories

Wide open for our plunder