Can I skip the rest of the way?

Walking out to recess through

the school, one doesn’t–or isn’t

supposed to run.  So 30 yards

or so away from the playground,

I was asked that.  I looked around.

Other grades were coming off the

play area, so I said, finally, yes

but don’t bump into anybody–

I called out, as she skipped

away to play.

When was the last time I skipped?

hmm…to have that much

energy, enthusiasm and

joy for life, for play, you

can’t contain yourself.

You’re just

skipping away, lost

to the world around you

almost, in a veil of joy,


Close up of red rose (Ingrid Bergman Hybrid) after rain shower. Portland Rose Test Garden. Portland, Oregon

an aura of bliss, at being

one with yourself

and your interaction

with your surroundings.

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