it doesn’t take much
sunlight peaking through nearly
parted wooden blinds the
roar of a car’s engine passing
by simple promises of a
new day of play
here he is
chatter and possibility
what ifs begin immediately
my head is full but it is
no match for my heart that
spills over empathy for the
ones less fortunate whose
saturdays are filled with
quiet errands and long
walks in parks that don’t
result in dog chases and
screaming matches with moths
we wake laughing
jokes from dreams we really
don’t remember still toy
with our minds and we play
them out he is ironman and
i get to be
the help
so what if underwear becomes
a mask and a $32.47 remote
control robot car is disintegrated
mourned and then replaced by
a made up lego castle/handgun
this is our day
our pretend holiday for happiness
and whole-hearted outloud living
there are music lessons and
trips to market where no gets
repeated like a mantra and
goldfish are counted over and over
again and again
we race in wide aisles and
wonder through parking lots
asking questions about origins
though not waiting for answers
because there are always more
questions always more
questions and sometimes
i make up the answers and
its alright that they may not
be true because sometimes we
just really want the sky to be golden
with light streaks of pink and purple
and it doesn’t matter that we have
not a scientific clue about how it
happens as long as we can
watch it
together.
Beautiful
thank you for reading.
So many delicious phrases – screaming matches with moths – and images – so what if undies become masks? This poem reminded me of the utter joy of spending time with a child on a Saturday, freed of the errands. Thank you for poem.