playing

God came over to play one day
we raced outside yelling “last one
through the door is a slowpoke!”
and trying not to trip over our badly
tied shoelaces
I won (but God didn’t mind)

“lets build a fort”
old bricks and the loose bars
off the little wooden gate
dense bushes and a few buckets
to sit on
became a medieval castle
God wanted to be the jester
so I got to be Queen

and when we got tired
of ruling our kingdom
we rolled down the hill
at the end of the garden
careful to avoid the stream
screaming with laughter
when one of us came too close

I made daisy chains
and God blew dandelion seeds
into the wind
sneezing every once in awhile
when one tickled his nose

and then it was time
for God to go home
but I didn’t mind
because I was going
to play at her house tomorrow.