Honey Creek

I sometimes recall, in tangled thoughts

the likes of swaying daffodils

fraught with muddied hands

and untied laces

'Now, don't go too far,' Mother said

A phrase barely audible

as friends swiftly led me

to a land beyond paved streets

and dimming houses

Markedly exuberant we ran-

the childrens' Cognizant clan

Through dew and dusk

Enlightened

By the moon's luminous view

the cityscape soon fell silent

to the choir of crickets chanting

With eager grins we arrived

With no mind of time

To this marvelous place

That nightly await just for us

And at this place, this place just for us

with the breeze, and the trees, and the boys' pungent musk

were we finally set free and allowed simply to be

something discernible as ourselves