Out of nowhere, she began blowing bubbles in the bathtub,
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