The Playground


The beauty of morning

peeks through the blinds

enticing me,

inviting me,

to join the world outside.


You look over at me,

a puzzled frown,

too early to be jumping

up and down,

mimicking the birds

and dragging sheets off your body.


“Less enthusiasm, please!” you moan.

I know it’s early,

but the ducks are flapping away in the pond,

fish are waiting for their bread,

birds want their sunflower seeds,

squirrels are in line for the remnants,

hummingbirds want their juice,

deer want their corn…

come on, let’s go play!


I know. It’s silly.

I’m too much this early

but we woke…

we get a new start,

a clean slate to do over,

the ability to recharge our dreams,

another kiss from God.


Come, let’s play!

I’ll put on my shoes,

double knot the laces,

meet you by the creek,

so we can hike up the mountain,

watch the sun enter the world.


Come, push me,

swinging me to the sky in your arms,

and I will wait for you down the slide

at the playground in the woods.


It is after all

a new life,

another day,

the beginning of the journey.

It’s you and me and them

borrowing this air,

breathing for now,

living the only moment left

to play with the Divine.


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