I tasted the sky tonight.
Reached right on up
Grabbed a hold of it’s collar
And pulled myself right face to face.
I tasted it.
Opened my great big gob
Threw out my sickly shade of pink tongue
And tasted it.
It tasted like cigarette smoke
Like a thousand sweaty teenagers.
Like a sunrise on top of a mountain feeling the way you always want to feel.
Like cotton candy colored hair.
Like sunscreen and lake water.
Like hotdogs in the ball park with your mom cause your dad was too angry to take you.
Like grass cut fresh and strewn across a sidewalk.
Like sprinkler water.
Like your favorite form of facial hair.
Like your best friends tears.
Like soot and ash.
Like a thousand different things.
The good and the bad and the beautiful and the distressing.
Everything combined to the taste of life.
And I could’ve eaten the whole sky.
I could have sat amongst the tree tops all night
And watched the yellow balloons pass by
But I decided I’d save you a slice.
So climb on up here.
Climb up next to me
And taste this sky.
And I can’t promise you you’ll like it.
But I can tell you I’ve never tasted anything more.