distracted, Summer heat weighs in torpid breath, sweat,
need to distract from here, today,
simple amusement, O’ Muse – spin me fables of mercy, attraction
to wispy ease, abandoning of grief in favor of fantasy, pleasant memory,
a day to depend upon for lightening.
Small child, toddler size but self-assured, climbs over crib railing
play table conveniently in range, down climb to floor.
She cooks her scrambled eggs, chair to stove, learning to defy
her size relative to her world’s expectations. She exits toward adventures.
So big and beautiful the flowering yards, wide-beaming trees, puff-cloud sky.
A world of unnamed promises, enticing wonders to discover.
Follow a rainbow through unknown neighborhoods whispering of magick, of
fairy-tale witches and wishes and friends yet to meet.
She sees me, here in my mind’s eyes. We share a silent smile, camaraderie.
She says: “Look through me again; we have adventures yet to wander.”