Initially, my Mom would have to yell and pry,
Kids need to play outside!
Sullen reluctance yanked myself
from the book pages,
lost the soft, slurry comfort with
scent of aged vanilla.
stood, blinking at the white light-
a myopic underground creature
out of their element.
A slow warm to sharp blue
skies of the fall,
until I saw the beauty in the shimmery
mud, swirling at my touch
warm rays dripped down my shoulders and spilled off my wrists,
strangest kind of
pleasure with small forts, dams
in the creek.