10 p.m. on an almost autumn evening
We lie bellies up on the creaking
Trampoline, staring through tree branches Towards the stars and the moon
Our hair smells of smoke in a comforting way
And our fingers are sticky with
Melted Marshmallow
We breathe in, the cooling air soothing our Lungs, crickets and frogs singing us
Lullabies
My sister stands up, sending tiny waves
Over the stretched fabric, and
Suddenly I’m floating in a faraway sea, Navigating by the Constellations
