Growing back in time, the space of backyards
connected by numerous holes, child-made,
to support epic quests and foolish endeavours
nonetheless. We fought our way through the jungle,
the arts we dragged along, like sticks and chalk
stumps, patterning the ground of our childhood
with the glyphs of early experiments. You me, and
all of the others but mostly you and me, in and out
of focus growing forward in space, carrying an old
bike and your daughter, climbing on top, she wants
to live there, next to the yellow sphere, where
fairy tales are recolouring the fabric of reality.
© Matthias Grupe, 22nd 2018
for J. and G.