Rebirth

the rebirth came with glorious grins

flopped merrily like beached fish

I struggled to hold back my tears

as happiness dressed in mud

people paused in sheepish disbelief

conformed and narrow gazing

afraid to allow their beast to wade

our mud drenched heads popped up from behind a log

oh I would paid for this sight from afar

we wrestled and ate mud pies

with a dirty cup brimming with a once splendid idea turned childish and branded fun

when we washed ourselves the rebirth was complete

the smile remained

and the memory stored for stories to be born