Life. Loving it. Fearing it. Wishing it. Hoping it.
All balled up in the chaos of trying to make it work.
A vision of running through a forest,
Screaming down a winding path that leads to the river
Belly flopping in, surfacing with a burst of laughter.

Others have joined in,
having made the same wild splash
into the cooling waters,
adding to the sparkling sound of noisy joy.
The laughter settles down,
And I relax into the water,
lie back and float with the current.

The sky is a vivid blue
with scattered white puffy clouds.
There is a hush as the water fills my ears
muffling the sounds of life.
It’s peaceful. A respite.

I feed the urge to stand in the water,
find my ground, stepping out,
Lie on a wide, flat rock by the bank.
I want to, and I do, look at my world
with the eyes of a child…upside down.
See the river in the sky
and the sky in the river.
A playful disorientation,
looking at the everything out of context,
enjoying the silliness, playing “what if”.