Flash

The trip was all over in a flash 

One minute we were by the river

The next we were taking tea

The trees and seats were strong

Enough to hold the party 

Sugar lumps falling from the vines

Close enough to reach and pluck

Savour with delight

Strange to be in this foreign place

But to hold no fear 

We have been in scarier places

Not so long ago

This new world is strange

Not quite real yet

It leaves us with a yearning for something more

As if with each day we are both growing and shrinking

Vanishing here and there

We would not go back to the past

Alice taps the top of my head

As if to say remember 

Be warned

She sighs

As if I am the child

Which perhaps sometimes I am 

I have been blind for many years

Lost in my thoughts and worries

Unable to move forward 

As frustrating as a chess game

When we do not know the rules

Nor really wish to play

Sweet music fills the air 

We tap our feet and hum

The days spread out like blank paper 

Waiting to be filled 

We bend and stretch

Read and write

But nothing is like the trip and fall

We float back to the river 

Happy to find ground 

To let the cool water trickle between our toes 

And to know that soon a hazy sleep will take us.