Do you recall those phrases?
How you pointed your finger at the sky and shouted "AEROPLANE!!" when you located one.
How you stared at the pool for hours, spotting the fish.
And the peacocks in the park.
Earthworms in the monsoons.
How fascinating the smoke appeared
When you looked at it from your window.
Ascending from the chimneys, up in the sky.
But now the buildings are taller;
Now the windows are smaller.
Now you are a grown up.
Now the calls seem trivial.
They are still holding the other end of the line.
Waiting for you to remove the blinds.
And clear the grime off the windowpane.
Waiting for you to spread your soul.
What would you tell the bricks?