Once We Played

Once we played along the shores of the Danube,
by Ganseheufel it was, Peter, Amana, Maria and
John.

We chose "Blind Man's Bluff" to while the hours,
soon our laughter and giggling replaced time itself.

It mattered little who was blindfolded, let alone
who was stepping into invisibility to hide the play.

But we always seek out the play, even when we
don't know we are hiding right out in the open.

Sweet spring sun fell on us and we couldn't stop,
"once more!" we said and fell into the mystery.

Who attended us then attends us even now,
the devas of the trees, the wizards of the river.

How long have they seen us come and go,
perhaps only an hour to their reveried duty?

Soft laughing rising up through the stately oaks,
innocent as children we became forgetting all.

No grades, no schedules, no relationships at all,
just the side stepping of realities proven false.

The blindfold forcing us to an inside forgotten,
a searing flash of intuition only to miss again!

And as we spun around only to hear the tease,
the giggle of those so close as a small breath.

Goosebumps rise on child arms, spinning round,
reaching out not knowing, but understanding it all.

Playing until the first fall of dusk came upon us,
making us all equal in the blindfold of time itself.

Sitting exhausted on the grassy field, breathless,
happy, and waiting for the first glimmer of the stars.

Thus it is we end, surrounded, protected, filled
with each others blindfolds till we finally see.

No words suffice and no interpretation survives,
I remember, thus I never forget, and then I see you.

©John Kadela