I go up
the down escalator
When no one is looking
I ride the elevator down
But walk up the stairs
With jazz hands

When it rains
Puddles are
A particular favorite
I don't bother to resist
And giggle madly
as I jump

When I get to my desk
In the cubicle maze
I happily do my work
While photos of my past
Taped in a formless collage
Are all around me

I could not conceive
Of building a future
Where the smiles of the past
Are forgotten
In the blur of necessity
Nothing is so important
As those smiles

So I play with my food
And draw outside the lines
I always talk to children
Trying to see through their eyes
Because I know
When they see the world
It looks so different from mine