go frolic

go frolic where the sun pours,

where golden air strikes the earth-

calmly, gently, quietly.

it almost seems to demand

someone to burst into it,

doesn’t it?

to break the silence

with pounding, resounding joy,

with footsteps and laughter,

with what can only be called glee.

go frolic where there are stars,

where there’s hope splattered

all across the dark.

blackness isn’t so terrible

when it’s interrupted by

just a bit of light.

to drive away the unknown,

with a bit of curiosity,

with a question that is

bigger than any of the darkness.

go frolic when you walk,

when your feet drag

as you commute.

this routine, this mundane,

it’s all a blank canvas

for blessed interruptions.

so interrupt away,

with a giggle while you’re alone,

with a dance move on the dirty sidewalk,

with a deep breath to really rest.

go frolic with someone,

someone who will call you

to chase madly after them.

frolicking is beautiful

and it’s complete,

even when you’re on your own.

but imagine this:

wandering through the sun,

launching into mysteries,

dancing on the dirty sidewalk-

together.