Having the Time

I used to march by the old freight line
and search around the stream for hours.
It used to be a care-free time.
We'd wait for April showers.

Rattle addle in the cool wet grass.
Rattle addle addle all day.
Rattle addle addle passing the time away.

I caught you falling down a drunken hill
Naked at the calling.
We slept along the old rail trail
A stag abruptly awakening.

Rattle addle in the cool wet grass.
Rattle addle addle all evening
A rattle addle addle journey of thy dealing.

Today we fix our houses
to up uphold the order
amid the chaos.
Fluff our pillows
and fine linens
as if a century has passed over us.
Hurdling over with a puff in the face
and a blow to the chin.

Rattle addle in the warm green grass
Rattle addle addle all day
Rattle addle addle passing the time away.

© 28 Feb 2012 Sonja J. Johnston