Child's Play
Eyes closed tight to make colored circles dance; painting a refusal to see the world as it is,
one lone child with its back against a playground wall imagines the whole thing real.
Shifting to gain perspective of the sky, the small thing stretches out imagined brushes wanting to be dipped again in colors true.
Back to the shadow of wall's cool comfort, it retraced to mind made hues upon internal canvas.
I laugh now to think of it all.
I once saw a white light from above.
With closed eyes I'd waited for the end to come.
But when I opened my eyes I saw only the sun.
©Tree Pruitt 4/15/08