Child's play

               Child's play finds a root. Dragging the
high points low to the steaming mind. Fingers swirl
in the depth of warm water. Holding onto the raging,
controlling memory of yesterday.

                 So softly a chuckle erupts and the voices
of all surroundings fade from reality. Hoping for the
slow sinking of shyness to find quaking noises. Ah
though the day splits open.

                 The absorbed wavering hellos of a twisted
tongue find new understandings upon cool pressed
wind. So cautious of the dust, dirt the lashes flicker.
Memorizing stormed grays into completion. So hidden
are the sighs. So clear are the exhaling echoes.

                Did we bother to listen to the moist breeze
as it's cooling stops the craving growls? Here the drops
from rain soothe the eyes to a drooping stage. Kind
reflections of a wavering rustling. Holding onto the
gentle laughter.

                I smile I effort to hold together my
thoughts. To clarify the meaning of my patience.
Still the smirk settles across me and I begin to wonder
why silence.

                Indeed a question you should answer, one
day.