Fun

Having some fun trying a Haibun (combined prose with Haiku)
Quick and short because I had a busy week including a great weekend away with a blogging friend
Prompt fun for Poets United

My cousin’s son and his girlfriend traveled through Christchurch this summer.  I gave them a tour of my beloved land They gave me a tour as well. They led me to a dormant place in my mind. A place where a careless version of the past lives. Where the horizon broadly laughs and looks down in approval on this earth we used as a stage to sing, dance and be silly. I became young with them and took off the cape of worry hanging on the shoulders of my adult live.

I descend to a back room in my mind and look at imagery of me and my cousin. A time we used to roam  through the wheat fields. A time, my cousin and I screamed and banged on the iron basin to scare away the starlings, who stroke down on their trees to eat the cherries. We slept on the attic in one big bed surrounded with things unused and told each other secrets and stories, till my aunt came upstairs. We  pretended to sleep, pressing our lips together, trying not to giggle. We danced on her school parties and sang loudly when doing the dishes. In the space around us was joy. We were like little birds who experienced the vast sky for the first time and thought it was all about fun, a playground to soar and to perform our somersaults.

I tune in to the moment  "Which music do you want to dance too?" she asks, throwing two dollars into a washing machine, named dancomatic. Earth Wind and Fire blasts through the speakers.

Ghost of youthful fun

dwelling in the adult world
scares away worry