Stuck in Wonder

i splish splash

i dilly dance

I sing a song of sixpence

The crowd moves in a rhythm I am not used to: stiff and linear. I can tell they’re thinking for when one interrupts their thoughts, a swear word escapes the mouth. I gasp.

I push through, I am not going in that direction. A puddle. Oh Joy. I jump in. i splish splash.

“F-ck you!” screams the one who got sprayed. I crouch low and whimper. The blow does not come. Adults only hit children and I am not a child, am I?

I withdraw from the crowd and walk on the thick railings, humming a tune as I lose my balance. I fall. I laugh. New battle scars. I’m proud. i sing a song of sixpence.

I meet my friends. We’re a cheery lot. You’re too cheery I tell myself. I keep as reserved as I can. Why does adulting have to be boring?

A song is playing. I sway a bit. i dilly dance. Oh look. I’ve lost my ‘friends’.

Nevertheless I soak up the sun. It’s my birthday today but I know I have not aged.

i splish splash

i dilly dance

i sing a song of sixpence