1965

Traveling back in time

I’m 11 years old

My wife is 12

We hold hands and fly

We sing at Vietnam War protests

Our voices rise to heaven

She’s wearing a dress and saddle shoes

I’m wearing cuffed jeans and Keds

We smell of kids playing on a warm dusty Autumn afternoon

We go to poetry readings and bob our heads 

Find a party and sniff the wisps of marijuana smoke

Invisible to all, we smile conspiratorially at one another

At the party we do a silly dance to Jefferson Airplane

I steal a kiss on the cheek

She frowns then smiles

Oh how we giggle

Holding hands we soar again

All the fantastic trippy way to a Beatles concert

Grooooveeee!!!

We are kids, but so in love

More flying

Boo the president at a press conference

No one can hear us, but so what

We laugh at our audacity

Pet the president’s beagle, it’s in on our secret

We visit the places we’ll live in as grown ups

Just can’t relate to them now

So ADULT

Chewing gum and exploring each others’ eyes as we soar

Sorry we’ll have to wake up soon

But glad we’ll still be together

Always

What a fun little trip we had

To 1965