Dangerous Games
Fun for the fearless child
When life was young we ran with the wind.
Voice of the vortex shouting in our ears over the screams of delight that sprung fresh from our mouths.
Our arms spread wide, coat edges eagerly held fast as we ran to the leaps edge drop of the world and hurled our frail naive bodies out and in to the wind.
Our hair ran in rivulets riding the air stream.
Joy, fear, fire in our veins as oblivious to risk we flew with the elements for a time, a breath, a spark.
A leap. A land. A screaming Adult.
(2012)
