I take you outside to look in the puddles.
Your brother and sister stay inside
too cold, too wet, too just, yuck
they exclaim
but you come
bundled up in jacket and scarf
to see the new world.
It is a new world (says you)
you say that only when
the leaves have caught the droplets and the puddles
finally lay still and only then
when you look hard enough can you see
what really lies beneath the still sheets of water.
You say that
with your face pressed to the ground
that water elephants live beneath them
and so do clowns
and there's ice-cream that never melts
and and and you say
its perfect.
As we walk back
I search for this other world in every reflection I see
I do not dream of
animals and clowns
but instead of a grown up you
who is still able to find the joy
in a puddle.
By FRANCES BARNETT (Year 13, Logan Park High School)
