That Winter Playground

Our bodies will never forget the day

When we were young and innocent.

Where from sun to moon all day we’d play

In that winter playground.

Our brain remains that steady bench

Where sense watches over action;

Waiting for that second to swoop and wrench

The child from harm’s way.

Our heart remains that wooden see-saw

Always fluttering up and down;

Opening and closing like a hinge-less door

Searching for its home.

Our life remains a downward slide

Starting up before we go down.

And by the time we decide

It’s over.

Our soul remains those riding swings

Riding harshly back and forth

Until once so high a gentle voice sings

And we fly to the life above.