I ponder my seconds, minutes, hours, days, nights, weeks, years;
my working shifts, holidays and time that I've wasted on the mundane
To a child, who truly experiences the joys of each moment... I wish to return
To splash in a reflective, cloud-filled silver puddle of forbidden fun
To slide heedlessly down a helter skelter, in a sack, at supersonic speed
To blow iridescent bubbles of delight... such poppable propositions of awe
To be at one... happy... consumed within a moment
Losing the need to divide my time into fake components
© Debbie Razey 2015
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