“Play with me,”
he asked, tears
welling up in the
deep recesses
of his blue eyes,
asking me to
step back,
to step in,
to forget the
world’s most
delirious pains
for just a moment
to have a
cup of tea that
only exists in our
imaginal world.
Then we lay down
and close our eyes,
our breathing
steadied alongside
our hearts that
have played
and played
and played,
that have tried
to remember that
this magic
cocoon will
always be there
when we need
it most, when
we are tired
of constantly
pushing against
a world that has
forgotten to play.
-- Kaitlin Curtice
