Today
smells like new lilacs
and
the warm redbrick
of
the library baking slightly
in
the springtime glow.
Today
looks like my smiling-eyed son
toting
a stack of books,
the
pep and hop
of
his bright, young step next to mine.
Today
sounds like the train,
always
going somewhere, like we are,
even
when standing still.
Today
feels like that moment
I recognize
I’ll
have only once
--and
tastes
like
goodnight
on
the lips
of a
season
better
than summer,
innocent
and golden.
©
2016 Jennifer Wagner