In the Blink of an Eye.

Through this schoolyard field I rush
And run
Trying so hard
To escape this chaos
That has so suddenly
Come about.
I silence the screams and cries
Of every living body around me,
And especially the ones that suffer,
By bringing myself elsewhere
Into a fantasy.
Here,
It’s a meadow
In which I skip
And frolic
And race through,
Sharing playful laughs
With invisible friends.
We pick flowers—
Dandelions to make wishes upon.
And we just lay in the grass,
Having ourselves a silent conversation
While cloud shapes float by.
Eventually we will go, though,
Through forest trails,
Back to our unfortunate realities.
The only thing
To transport back with me
Will be
The sound my hair makes
As the wind swishes through it,
Tangling and untangling numerous strands of curly hair
As I run.