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In Our Heads
Trickling of a creek
A soft undertone
Hidden under rocks
Whispering the hint of time
Echoes of laughter mingling with
A scrambled web of memory
Tiny creatures flitting past
Figments of a world we created
so long ago.
A quiet alcove, surrounded by trees
The water so still, untouched
Neglected and missing those days
Once rippling with splashes from
excited feet, pursuing the next adventure
Chasing lizards, evasive,
while we thought of
dragons.
When time was only a number on
the face of the clock on the wall,
We could forget it even existed
back when stories had
no hidden meanings
Unburdened by responsibility
Being, now
here in our heads
was the only thing
that mattered.
Nothing new to see
Landmarks we’ve visited
Countless times
We came for the endless possibilities
only we could hear the voices
calling us
back
Schools of glittering fish, darting
Sunlight dapples on the rocks, dancing
Branches woven overhead,
Tangled imperfection
It was
magic, powers unseen
to anyone
But us.
We never knew real hunger
Cake scooped from a bag, and we
Ate like it was the only food
in days
Because there,
in our heads
it was.
With each day we returned
We uncovered
A new mystery
Waiting to be solved. And we
thought we could stay there,
solving
for the rest of
time.
The dull stone, slipped into a pocket
Just like all the others, but heavy
with significance
an ancient secret
Shared only by us.
And when we look at it,
Years later
We still remember what it
meant.
Historians of a jigsaw history
We wrote, lived,
can’t forget
Now we laugh
like it was silly
like it was all just a game
But there,
in our heads, it was real.
So real.
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This was inspired by the many adventures I shared with my best friend at the creek near our house.