The Children~

I hear the dialogue of children gaily playing a storytelling game.  Each are discussing what they are and where they are going.  Many laughs are heard, but in the youth of the tone, I cannot say of what sex they are.  Perhaps it matters not.  Do I really need to know?  Not really.  I am so enjoying listening to them talk, laugh, and make noises to simulate a noise that cannot otherwise be made.  I see them rather like shadows than solidity amongst the tall grass.  Of their movement winding through the fabric of my mind they raise their arms upward as they weave along in the folly.  Do they know I watch them and hear them from this place?  Even though they are mostly shadows, the grass, sky, odd flowers, clouds, and the scent of the sweet summer breeze are vivid to my senses.  This strange movie like scene plays on almost beckoning me to come and join the fun.  How, pray tell, do I find my way to what seems so close and so real?  I am me watching them from here to elsewhere.  If the leap could be made into the grass' height where shadow children play, would another hear us and watch us while hoping to play along?  As there are only two at this moment, should I jump, how many will be playing when the sun finally sets?  Where shall the children call home? ~ Maggie ~ Penned March 3, 2009 @ 12:55 p.m. EST