We Found Our Playground by Prabha

We Found Our Playground

I laughed down the phone so hard
my tummy was aching
Forgetting myself and
slipping into an ungracious belly laugh

Allowing it to echo
through the wire
Before I fell off my seat
and onto the shag pile

Practically a fully grown shaking foetus
Your attempt to laugh along freely,
caught in my ear
I instinctively knew
it had been a prisoner for so long

The struggle unbearable to my soul,
I had to make myself
laugh a little more
For you; anything to keep you laughing along

The stagnant flow of your chortle
made me love you more

Hearing your contentment
and listening to your excitement at my guffaw
You opened yourself up
some more and I listened

All your ideas of
how we could feel like
little children again

It was like we had found our playground
The one where we would not
ever be left out of the fun
Ever again

© P Bathina 032019


Poetics describes a whole range of engagements with life that are storied, reflective and filled with imagination and inspiration, as opposed to analysis in the strict sense. When science rules, the magic fades. When thinking ascends the throne, the soul may atrophy. Yet poetics is not irrational – it is a take which reaches into a different aspect of our humanity – one where we can celebrate that which moves us, not dwell on what limits us. Expect surprises. One or many may lead. None or a few may follow and then decide to take the lead. This is a fluidity to break the mould of rigidity. Join us on this journey. Let us hold hands boldly and join voices transformatively. Prabha will be leading us. Feel free to join us.

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