Effervescent

Play

feet up

feet down

looking at the crown

of the world

hair dirt streaked

a whir

of green

brown

blue

nothing better to do

not a care

freedom 

not flighting

but here

as each tug of my muscles

thrust me

into an oblivion

of colors

and wind

and most of all 

higher

and with each new height reached

a level of breathing breeched

something now

that is all to often 

beached

by heat

by cold

by babies

by growing old

why can't we play

all the more

knowing what it is for

and how rare it is

oh that beautiful effervescent bliss.

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1. The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
   John 10:10