Hup, two, three, four –

Hup, two, three, four –

Don’t step on the cracks!

I dash through hazy pools of time,

Fragmentations of memory:

Translucent, enticing.

I’m rolling in the grass, arms gripped firmly round my puppy,

Laughing, reunited.

The clematis straggled and shredded across earthy banks.

They won’t grow now –

Maybe we will.

We dart along wooden plans,

Palms clenched around grubby ropes.

Panting – we must reach the end.

With wild abandon, the dance goes on.

Freedom, neglect, hand in hand.

The stars bright and bold –

No time for reflection!

My rumination a thing of the present.

Who’ll be teacher?

Who’ll be mother?

You can be father –

I’m ALWAYS the man.

And it goes on.

The hamster’s in the bus now,

Back and forth across the bungalow

Whizz, whizz!

Caramel and red, those jet black balls.

One day we’ll run along the beach again,

The sand under paw, and stuck in shoes forever.

The smell of salt.

The seagulls overhead.

Till then, our dreams belong in sleep.

Happiness, reveries snug in the suspension of disbelief.