Playful Ponderings

As we get older,
we get stuck in
the KNOTS,
tied up real tight.

The nitty gritty OF fear and hurt.
The sacrifices of love.

As we get older,
Simplicity becomes cherished as it
eases all of OUR complexities that time and experience
Imprinted on us.

As I get older,
I want more and more
to dig my hands in the
soft dirt.
The soil that colors a troubled and BEAUTIFUL world.

As I get older
I want to be tucked in by
the soft blanket of green,
lie back and let the clouds
tell me the STORY
of how the bunny grew into a dinosaur.

As I get older,
I want to play,
dirtying a pair of worn overalls out of breath yelling "I FOUND you!"

As we get older
We feel the sharp dagger of pain,
the dull ache of SORROW.

As we get older
we relish the gentle touch
of a hand providing comfort,
the sound of full-bellied LAUGHTER
in all of its healing powers.

As I get older
I've learned to love what I have been given
AND to never miss an opportunity
to have the blue sky tell me a story
of the birds that traveled the world
and saw boundless love and sorrow
seeping from the two legged creatures
stumbling to find their way
HOME.