The dust and detritus of daily life
burrows deep into the crevices and cracks of pavements
we once walked as children
dragged at the hand by exhausted mothers
smiling at strangers with childish curiosity
pointing at random objects of interest asking, “what’s that Mommy, and why?”
Daydreaming about everything but the harsh reality
of our future adult lives
that we could barely grasp the concept of by observation
from the comfort zone of parental love
the safety of not having an inkling about it
with a vulnerability enough to crave it, pretend
we dressed up in mother’s high heels
put on her makeup
played dress up like we were already there.
Whilst here, now,
I wish it was still a game to us now.
These streets are now walked with eyes cast down
into mobile screens,
we block out city noise,
wearing headphones leaving a tinny hiss behind us
we collide, and brush shoulders
we rarely meet eye to eye,
rarely meet at all.
till we’re home and dry,
behind the walls, we build around us
that seem higher and higher
watching the door to the outside world
slip further and further away
from our grasp.
Like the childhood innocence
we barely recall
though it seems it slipped from us
when we slipped off our heels
washed off our makeup
staring into the distant silence of our mirror world
wishing for dreams to come true.
we never had a clue what the game was
we were playing.