Their garage had nooks and crannies galore.
Great for the game of hide and seek.
and pretentious fantasies of
playful New York wish witches.
You could be one too if you
drank their secret potion.
Stir in some chocolate syrup, some soda and
some milk and the magic elixir comes to life.
And it’s especially fancied by the five year old tongue.
Into the dark folds of storage you then must go.
Spider webs and dust arouse the senses
while the larger bodies of 7 year old tricksters
hiding in the oddest of places
perform their magical disappearing act.
The smallest obediently perused the area looking for the
secret spaces of the elder ones.
“I found you,” the little one announced, thrilled with herself.
But the found bodies remained still.
The little one pointed and giggled in delight,
jumping up and down.
“I found you. I found you.”
Still the bodies remained motionless and silent.
Soon the little one walked away
and sought the next trickster hiding place.
It was then a deep sounding voice arose
with spooky and distant vocal tones,
“Noooo you didn’t find us.”
“Goooo outside and we will come out.”
The little one argued, “But, I found you.”
“GO,” commanded the older children.
Go, she went. What did a five year old know.
She knew she had found them.
Five year olds hold on to certain certainties.
Vashti (c) 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
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