right now

i wish i was 6, outside my aunt and uncle's house hiding from cars in the crisp green grass of summer.

i wish i was 13, learning how to polka with my cousins on the wrap-around porch of a cabin in angel fire, the stars so close you feel that you could reach up and grab one of your own.

i wish i was in an open pasture littered with wildflowers, thick with the fragrance of pine and the soft rustle of aspens in the air outside of taos wih my feet in an icy mountain stream.

but mostly i wish i had someone to drive with me to the middle of nowhere, sit out on the hood of my car, talk and listen to ani difranco till sunrise.