To Be a Child Again

When did we lose the joy in insignificance?

Things so microscopic

Were once mind blowing

An expansion of our inner universe and wider perception

 

Same birthdays

Same names

What are the chances?

 

Shapes and colours

Animals and numbers

 

Learning

So much learning

 

Joy in the mundane

Joy in the everyday

Our minds and imaginations forming rainbow bridges to our reality

 

Blowing dandelions

“Make a wish!”

Buttercups under chins

“Do you like butter?”

 

Playing Kerby, Bulldog and Stuck in the Mud

Handstands

Trampolines

Rain-soaked with skinned and bloody knees

 

A favourite toy

A constant companion

Now a ratty and glazed eyed dragon

 

Best friends forever are now acquaintances

Belonging to distant and cobwebbed memories

A time long since passed

Grains of sand trickling down the hourglass

 

Our minds are no longer amazed

The expansion halted

Our perception now jaded and stilted

 

Childish games

Have evolved into games of the heart

Gambling with souls and emotions

No concern for consequence

 

The dandelions all stalk, no fluff

The buttercups brown and wilted

 

Handstands and trampolines, impossible

Be it bad knees, bad lungs, bad backs

Hiding from the rain with umbrellas and thin rain macs

Our bodies now more fragile, more susceptible

 

There’s no joy in the mundane

No joy in the everyday

The rainbow bridge has long since disintegrated

And the colour drained away

 

No longer learning

No longer growing

No imagination

 

Only bleak and harsh reality

All the while yearning

Yearning to be a child again