[POEM] hideouts

when we were kids
we turned the desk in my brother’s room into a rocketship
taped paper buttons to the underneath
on weekend mornings after milk and cereal and cartoons
before heading outside to run through the woods
we’d crawl underneath the desk
my older brother in command, I always the co-pilot
we’d make some noises and press paper buttons
and blast off into space to discover the unknown

when we were kids
we collected scraps of woods
from our fathers’ sheds
dragged them into the woods
and built multistory forts
unstable structures enclosed by four trees
we sneaked cigarettes and booze
smoked Marlboro reds until we were dizzy
tried to be older than we were

when we were kids
we scraped our legs on tree branches
climbing to the tops of pines
looked out over the world
chased the squirrels higher
and made shelters from the fallen tree limbs
on the soft needled ground below

when we were kids
we were unstoppable
nothing was sacred
everything was sacred
we lived minute by minute
and enjoyed the rush of discovery
the joy in not knowing
what each new moment would hold

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Gina Thompson
22 February 2017
Bellefonte, PA

free write based on WordPress Daily Prompt: Hideout

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About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • trail runner • cheese slinger • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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