I want to lie down and catch

drops of snow in my mouth

and not worry about the cold

 

I want to lose myself in the branches

Hiding from voices calling me home

and not worry about dinner to be made

 

I want to howl back at the moon

and leap at the setting sun

and not worry about the example I am setting

 

I want to play hopscotch till the lines blur

ignoring the shouts that call me in

and not worry about the work I’m not doing

 

I want to break every rule ever made

and love with all my heart again and again

and not be afraid of it breaking

 

I want to hide under the covers

with that imaginary monster under my bed

and not be frightened by reality

 

I want to play child-like games

and teach my children to laugh

and not fret about not teaching respect

 

I want to whistle as the sun goes down

Skipping stones across the lake

and not remember that you are dead.