Safe place
Current mood: content
Category: Writing and Poetry
He lays there between the two red radio wagons tilted up on their sides, under the cardboard and wood that finishes his little place. He hears a small propeller plane pass over as he lays in this place. He does not know that forever from this day forward, he will be transported back to this time and this place whenever he hears one of these putter planes.
What was he thinking as he laid there? His mother would come and call for him soon. She would see the two wagons covered with the wood and know where he was. But she would call as a mother does and pretend she did not know where her little boy was hiding.
He was not hiding, he was just safe. He felt safe there, in this place. The world was out there, outside this place, these wagons and boards. This would forever be his safe place. He would visit these wagons and lay in this sandy place many times in his life. He would hear his mother calling and he would hear the small plane pass over.
The sun is shinning and coming through the cracks between the boards that lay across the two wagons. He can hear the slight breeze as it rustles the dry leaves on this warm fall day. What thoughts run through the mind of a four year old boy as he lays in his safe place. Does he ponder the world and the universe. Does he dream of bicycles and dump trucks. Does he wonder what his mother will think, when she finds him here?
There are so many things his little mind will not think about. He will not think about how his heart will feel the first time it is broken. He will not think about how the first woman will feel in his arms. His little mind is not burdened with these trifles. His little mind is free, so free. Free to dream, unfurled by the notions of impossibilities. Everything is possible in his little mind.
Today he lays in another safe place, not unlike these wagons and boards. His mind once again free. Everything possible once again. His mother is calling him once again. A small plane flies over this place. His wife and children hear the plane and do not know that forever from this time they will be transported back to this time and place whenever one of the putters fly over. This place, his safe place.
The sun is shinning and the dry leaves are blowing in the cool autumn breeze. He does not know.
What does a person think about as they lay there in this safe place. Do they ponder the hereafter. Do they dream of bright lights and pearly gates... Does he wonder what his mother will think, when she finds him here? There are so many things he will not think about.
