Over long, daisy-chained summers
I wondered
how
an imaginary horse might move,
I took on the actions, my hands
were the hooves, my feet made the noise
and as I galloped, friend after friend
joined me, became a parade.
We wondered
if a lovebird really knew
how to love, or if his feathers
grew like a rainbow,
the truth was all in our eyes
as we rolled ourselves into small
bundles, took on the hills, the grass,
the bark, grazed our bodies,
earned scars for life,
wondered
what adults did all day.