April afternoon

by amy sharp


My dad's fixing my car outside in the April chill and I've been walking around down by the creek. I've been kicking at the walls of mud, the banks of my childhood. I want to be here more. I want to rip the movie loop of wildflowers and green hills out of my mind and make it real. I want my dad to be young again. I have no idea what I'm doing. There's a sadness on me today and you couldn't even wipe it off. Even if you tried. It's like the earth. It's dense. Just put your body down on it and tell me we all feel the same.