everything was in reach

as we sit on the back porch

sipping

martinis.

we talk about where we are,

where we

might be going.

the stars are so close

we almost

feel that we can grab a handful

and pull them down.

but we've always felt

that way.

even when young and lying

on a blanket

in the yard.

everything seemed possible

then.

everything was in reach,

nothing seemed hard.