Child's Play

Summers spent exploring,
We thought of nothing
But the great profusion—
Life was everywhere,
And we the sole purveyors were
Of names and attributions.
We catalogued the insects
And made a note of every bird
That flew above our heads.
We watched the moon
Pass through its seasons
And took the sunrise to ourselves,
As if it broke across the fields
For our pleasure only.
Shelters were constructed
From materials at hand—
Platforms rudely balanced
In the branches of our kingdom,
Forts that grew where two fences met,
Abandoned drainage pipes
Which served as submarines.
All of this, before we had to deal
With grown-up structures,
So much more imposing and opaque.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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