In temporary freedom from their homes
The four youths prance, splash, run, and jump
Around and over the narrow, rushing creek.
Memories of such moments stir in these old sinews,
Eliciting feelings of joy and innocence.
What fantasies course through these boys, separately and together?
What infinite worlds do they create for themselves in these minutes?
What ever-changing images and scenes erupt from their minds,
Untrammeled by oversight of parents and teachers?
Can there be any greater time in one’s life
Than when we could run and splash and imagine
In complete freedom,
Before the imposition of life’s duties and cares?
Perhaps now, when I can, without the press of time,
Observe these children and recall
My own days of such freedom and imaginings.
Los Gatos Creek at Vasona Lake County Park, Los Gatos, California
12 February 2012