Come to the Playground

Tubeless circles of fun with cheering little people are
truck chairs swinging and turning with
happy saplings hanging from tiny rings of
iron - they giggle and laugh out loud.

From the hourglass in our unawareness we gaze to
see them stand straight laughing walking away
ending moments, and moments before when
green spaghetti-like steel seemingly soft, twisting and
turning showed strands of bodies
bending upside down – hanging silhouettes dangling.

Yellow water slides tried, no go, no water means
hopping tip toed away with happy goodbyes - all after the
older ones left with the ones they never knew headed
toward their favorite watering hole with the
holes they want to water - all after
the invisible disgust appeared, to
beg you, insult you and scout you saying with
disrespectful respect “no problem it’s OK” when
met with his own self, mirrored by his might.

The loving of this wonderful warm
autumn night spawning soft breezes is
the sweetness of your gentle touching hand after
exploring, hunting, reaching and finding – leading us to
the playing grounds, escaping saying little but laughing at
a dizzy little girl sitting in
limp, dangling, motionless happiness.