Poem Inspired by Madie

Theater of the Soul

Dance, movement, creativity

The child really understands

What we struggle to grasp.

It’s all about play, abandonment.

Rather than being abandoned,

We play with abandonment.

The adult trying to grasp the meaning

Of  joy, fantasy, fun.

The child knows.

But we keep a tight grasp

For fear we’ll lose control.

It’s the control that we need to lose.

Why don’t we listen to the child?

Hands flung wide open

Waiting to grab all of the lusty air

Like wings ready for flight

We run and jump and hope

But fear the first jolt of

Weightlessness

And so we remain Earth bound.

By Rosalynn Rizzo-Moore