It's Like This

This hide and seek game
is sweet.
Warm summer's evening,
fire flies flicker,
cool, cut grass smell,
first stars peeping out
of the dark blue dome.

Soon Mom will call
us in,
but now is the time
for best friends.
Run, sweating, behind
that tree.
Hide in shadow.
You have to piss bad,
hopping from foot to foot.

But you keep quiet,
trying not to giggle.

Then comes the shout
of discovery,
the mad scramble home,
breathless laughter
heaped upon laughter,
helpless tangle of arms
and legs on the lawn.
Feeling cozy and content.

Know what I mean?