The Fair

If only you could see her at the fair.
Running around in glee,
Ride to ride,
Slide to slide
taking in every sight
that there ever was to see.

If only you could hear her at the fair.
Shouting for joy as she explored,
screeches of ecstasy,
giggles of fantasy
exclaims of disbelief
like we had walked through a magic door.

I was there with her at the fair,
and it was then that I finally learnt,
to scream and let go
imagine things that i don't know
that facts can be countered with "So ?"
and how to grow up and become an elephant.


To Ponyo, who is always showing me how life ought to be lived - with reckless abandon and nothing else.