The summer’s light is raining on everything it touches


           The grass damp with fluid rejoices at
              

This gift from the gods

They
Worship ever

So diligently

      They sing the hymns
Of their Fathers

And cry
                                                                                
For the pain of their Mothers

-That’ll teach them.

-No. It cannot happen this way. I won’t let it.
        

The path up to the shed is worn
              

Down
with
          each
            
                      step

              

Of the silhouettes that

                               Tingle with


Delight                      
                                                
-Come on! Hurry! You’ll be late!

-No one ever misses this. You can’t miss it. Please don’t leave me.

-LISTEN TO ME!
  

They follow their mundane paths as nothing


      More
Than dust from

The grinding stone

   Shadows
Rebel in the light giving squeals of delight
            

Evident demise in the mirror

   gasoline                                                                        
                                                                            of
                                                          bubbles

                                                  like

                                upwards

                        fly

           Tears

  
                And pop on the face

            Kisses

Of fire

Flies

  

And come down like lead dreams



Splinters brush

And caress each fingertip

-You won’t make it right now.

-I throw my head to the clouds.


            Detached

From reality and freed

From restriction of senses


                        Up

The wall



                        On

The ceiling

-Catch!



              I follow through the hole in the wall

And fall out of the sky


-It looks inviting today. Shall we give it a go?

                    

                 Shed door slithers open with a giggle


-Of course you can do this.

              

On the table is House of Cards

            The King of Hearts praises his subjects

With a jump

               To new volatile life

-Hear hear!

The whispers expect what comes next

-Always a crowd pleaser, that one.

            Out

The door across the steps and back

To normalcy