First timers

What were we like
her and me?

were we
pulsating with energy
as we
broke through the rainbow?

watching the others
watching the grass grow?

what were we like?

On the first rung
behind the gymnasium
where
she taught me to climb.

and in no time at all
there was no time at all.

I had a diary to keep
most of my thoughts in
she had a diet plan that
never kept us thin,

The National Geographic
I only read for the
pictures,
the passing scenery of
boys
by which I mean me.

There was no time at all
but
there was time for it all.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.