I was only given the guideline that it should be children at play by the bank
with paper trumpets blaring to announce to all the land
she laid out the boundries with chalk
the traces of her imagination became her wonderland
naked and without fear we ran about the maze across the cement oceans
under plaster of paris stars
songs of la la las on instruments of air
politics of clenched fists and big smiles
a religion of not a care
flying high with wings of fallen leaves
hunting birds with crumbs of bread
every meeting blind man's bluff
exploring each other with feelings for our eyes
peek a boo our favorite sport
the entire world in the grasp of a baby's hand
the science of imagination
fueled by candied excitement
one last look before we leave the promised land
a culture where we lived so long ago