Things used to be so important.
A game was not just a game:
it was
a test of your
brute strength
or wits
making order of
jumbled pieces like
a quantum physicist
sketching out
a theory
of everything.
An evening in
playing with bath bubbles
learning a new word
drawing a horse better
than ever before
while the sunshine outside
drawled coolly to an end
meant perfect harmony,
harm within these walls
impossible.
A fickle insult was
for one volcanic moment
the end of all
that is safe and good
in the world
a crashing down of
the edifice of one’s worth
a vortex draining
all hope away.
A birthday was one giant’s step
forward closer to the
golden land of the grown-ups
a tattoo of distinction from
the sweetness of being small
little knowing that when they arrive
how dusty and distracted they’ll be
and longing for
another go on the ropeswing.
You’ve taken my heart back!!!!! I remember when life was that way, thanks!
You’ve taken my heart back!!!!! I remember those days….thanks for reminding me!