Raucous excited laughter rents the air

The body dancing to unheard tunes

Speaks an indistinct language

Of joyous abandonment.

And to the exclusion of all else

The eyes pull to the source

And the computer crashes.

The brain screams in benumbed silence

It is a child with a woman’s body

Carrying a child

Jumping across ruled lines

And over tinless lids.

Within a slice of time

And a flash of an instant

The body on the back

Of the unwary child-like adult in the form

Of a sleeping child is snatched

By a winged form

By size so big as not to be wholly seen

Desolation is the face of the mother

Tragic loss ascribes dejection to her features

But

Within this slice of time

Photons of this instant’s flash

She’s turning around; around

Searching, searching

For the game’s tinless lid

Life is that woman now searching

For the tools of inconsequential play.