Out of nowhere, she began blowing bubbles in the bathtub,
fingerpainting newspapers,
enjoying children’s stories before bed.
The worry printed on his brow suggested she was on a slow crawl to madness
until she read him a fable one night, and
sheltered in her arms, he stretched out into the wonder of it
shaving off fears and letting his mind slip back
to the memory of her in the Before Times.
She wasn’t crazy after all, he figured
just riding playfulness
like a magic carpet around the rings of Jupiter.
She was always this way until she forgot
That she could willfully rewrite the blows of life with sparklers
That she could heal through laughter
That she was worthy of
Rebellious joy
Radical joy
Essential joy.
Better For That 
Lovely and hopeful… ❤
Thank you, Eliza I don’t know why, but I feel like Spring is coming sooner this year.
Maybe in your neck of the woods, but not in New England… 15F tonight and 4-6″ of snow tomorrow. 😀
Oh goodness! Bundle up for those walks! It’s still cold here, but no snow. Starting to pre-plan my Bali trip for next year (fingers crossed the pandemic will be in our rearview) is probably creating a hopefulness about an early spring more than the actual weather LOL.
Hope is good! We gotta keep dreaming. 🙂 ❤
A lovely piece. It is so bright and full of hope.
Thank you!