On Tuesday night I took a seat

at a fairy garden down the street.

I wondered who made that world

for the children to believe.

I closed my eyes and grew right there

a pair of sparkling wings.

I gathered up my woodland friends

to play and laugh and sing.

My adult responsibilities —

unreturned phone calls

bills and all the worries —

they slowed into a crawl.

My laughter bubbled up

like a fizzy soda pop

I lingered even longer at

this fairy garden stop.

Life was waiting for me

to show up responsibly —

but I think there’s always time

for the playful child in me.

So linger, laugh, and let go

of the world that holds you tight —

your inner child knows quite well

what you need on a Tuesday night.