hand me back to the day in which awe awoke
birdsong and sunrise  constants  full of wonder
hand me back to the day which held out timeless treats  not predictable  making them all the more rich
hand me back to the day where naivety was a blanket of protection  and curiosity a cape that consistently lent giggles to the minutes
hand me back to the day where past was mostly present  and future reigned raw  untethered
hand me back to the day in which responsibility was simply to answer a call  and joy seemed the only transaction of urgency

perhaps scientific  or prescientific  or just pure beauty  or just God 
this assurance  this chance at life in human form  this grasp toward remembering  with it’s ephemerous skim  this glimpse into something held out in promise of willed hope
nothing to replace that