The summer of feet easily getting stuck

This is the summer of feet getting easily stuck

The summer of grass growing tall out in the fields

I've been walking out there a lot with my dog-brother
He's anxious, I'm anxious, we overthink it

It smells like wind and sun and farmlands
And these green fields full of bunnies have been an anchor
An anchor that is both firm and swaying
In the southwesterly coming from ferries and islands

Helping us not hear those big North American trucks
Helping us not see that North American mega mall
Helping us not think of the forevermore distance
To Europe and the skies of Uruguay
To ghost ships and past adventures in my heart

Astronauts carry a piece of Earth in their space suits.
A puff of Earth's atmosphere in their oxygen tanks.
Without realizing it I have been carrying my own
Fragments of worlds gone by keeping me alive

On my back I carry sea water from distant summers
Afternoons bathed in golden light
And a big sky full of stars
The warm embrace of conversation
And simple food that's delicious
And won't break the world
And will fill your heart
And make you live to a hundred

In this old basket passed down through generations
I carry a mediterranean heart

And day-dreams of a world that made sense
And the company of hearts that were not sick