Do you remember the legs… your mother’s legs as a kid, the spaces on the floor at ground level with dog food bowls, dust bunnies and thresholds

Do you remember standing between them and holding on to inseams or cuffs

I remember the light always spilling in and the wooden chairs we had, the crochet sunflower art work on the wall, my sister’s golden hair, the smell of the cedar closet and to books of the library

Swimming pools bee stings hot wheels on the deck soccer jackets chipped teeth BMX hatchets in the woods

When an hour seemed like a day