holding hands under the border.

When we were children, we'd just play and explore. I'd see you all brown and toasty and you'd see me in varying degrees of pink and red in the summer and ultra white in winter. We'd share, we'd run and make forts and giggle and hide. We'd share our drawings, our pets our longings and desires for our future. As we got older something took hold and we were less free...still friends but more self conscious....I tried to learn your ways and tried to be sensitive to your hurts and history. I just wanted a sharing again ..something I guess I felt being slowly pulled away in increments so small I couldn't really feel it at first. Growing older we went our ways and adulthood with all of its politics and divisions has separated us even further and all I want is to be in that same place I was in elementary school...sharing. There is such wisdom in childhood...such baring of the soul and we have surely lost that somehow......I want it back. I want it back. Me and you sitting in the kitchen eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and laughing.