Do you ever consider once again being
what their world would think is happy?
I’m not sure you and I can grasp their joy;
it’s like a hummingbird made of smoke and dreams.
Perhaps something like contentment might someday
slip within our reach, if we slide back
the bolts and leave our hearts ajar again.
Sometimes I think I hear it knocking,
then realize it’s more than likely
echoes of smiles we once shared when
we wore knockoffs of their happiness
like hand-me-down school uniforms we’d shuck
while walking together for the pleasure
we shared in being ourselves.
A first-draft hundred-word poem inspired by that quote from the actor John Barrymore that Sharyl Fuller offered as a prompt for her Writing Outside the Lines Challenge this week.