Lemongrass Memories

When did that baseball field become so wide,
Back then its arms were only long enough to
Hold no more than a couple of egg rolls
And my tiny brown eyes.
The exit nearby with its steep hill,
Still echoing my second bold dive
Into the earth during a rainstorm,

Rain that softened the metal
Of my infallible bicycle;
From thereon everything was
Flying rubber bands and thunder.

Wait, it's not so steep anymore.
It's smooth like the fifth hour of birth,
It's newly born and so am I,

And that godly crater,
A sleeping hand which
Snatched me amid my glory
That evening is now gone.

To think of it,
So has the hole in my hand,
Gone somewhere without leaving a scar
Or summoning a tear.
From this hand birds now fly,
From this hand,
I surfed the waves of time
Relearning how to cry.

Is that what you were doing as well?
I hear your song;
Beautiful lake with your rich tone.
Have you noticed?
I've come with my own,
And with it I'll be leaving again. - Francois El Ausar