I am

baked in Vermont summers,
the days faded 
and blurred into 
one big sunny mess

sprinkled with happy memories,
bare feet on the roof
watching the moon rise
and blowing bubbles from the porch 
letting them float into the sky 

cooled in the ocean,
diving down into the salty water
letting it sting my eyes
for its better than feeling nothing
in the quiet depths of ones mind

and frosted
with hope
laced with dreams
and covered in stupidly brilliant ideas.