As Children Do

Wake to allied comradeship and with new found

strength fight the massive mammoth monsters,

then breakfast a while and dream of riddles.

Stir to the call of fragrant bouquets

stimulating mystic balms of

ambiguous shapes and colours and listen

in awe while regarding ripples manifest around

the sound of the butterfly wing fluttering

fluidly through its delicate trembling dance.

Later, from the apex of the slippery slide,

feel the taste of new memories

as they flicker joyously into existence

rushing, brushing lovingly over the epidermis of life.

Then touch the vision of the enigma of the moment

in the epicure of the swing at its highest arc in the profoundly

earnest attempt to capture the mystery of the day

while squealing in sheer delight.

Complete the experience with twilight summersaults and

cartwheels and standing on our heads

and writing letters to the angels.