We came riding down
chutes of laughter
like kids on a water slide —
great swoops of bright sound
cascading and splashing
and we felt renewed,
and we set each other off
again and again,
perhaps less for amusement
than for how it made us feel —
ready to scamper around
and up the ladder again.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2013
This poem takes me back, but not so far. Neil Gaiman was right, in his latest book, when he revealed the secret that grownups are not really grown up.