Playground - NaPoWriMo Day #6 - a poem about finding your place in the world

Thrum, thrum, thrum through my body—
reverberate like guitar strings
and make my soul sing.
I thirst for the love-drunk melody
that flirts with infatuation
and tumbles down, down, down,
to a place I barely remember
but that still evokes tingles in me.

I did not feel fraudulent this afternoon,
with your art on the walls
and my song on my lips.
It was invigorating
to simply sit with
like-minded spirits
in an ageless playground.
We are kindred children
in a kismet kingdom.

Let this be the home we have longed for.
Let us rest, carefree, behind your solid doors.

Photo by: Annie Spratt