Eden Returning

Someone opened a hydrant at

the corner of Troy and 5th and all

the little kids stopped what they

were doing in the dirt. They left

their imaginations and games by

the vacant lot next to the family

drug store. They left their chalk dreams

unfinished on the pavement by the

playground to bathe in the water.

Their bodies contorted like Aztecs

in worship. Shaking, shaking in dance

as the water pooled all around them.

Giving up their childhood for a mere

moment in which everything is ideal;

a true nakedness in which nothing is

ashamed and the lives we live are not

burdened by tameness.