I am here to give thanks
for the mercy of play.
In the midst of a daunting
and frequently painful process,
I call upon play as my savior.
Even as I grieve for lost mobility
and pray for courage to continue moving
through the pain,
I am alert to opportunities.
Perhaps I search for opportunities.
A butterfly mobile attracts the morning light,
and I take up my camera
placing myself in the midst.
Pears, brought home for their beauty
rather than their edibility,
inspire the playful sprite in me…
while confusing little Star.
Pearl is much more comprehending of the game.
Held captive where I am (still not driving),
and captivated by my physical condition,
I look around me.
Hunger for amusement makes my home
a place of vast amusement,
So I dive in with my little camera
and my simple requirements.
I find that I can thank heaven
for the playful approach
even when the world I inhabit
seems less than playful.