The Slip Kid wore his grandfather’s cap
as he wandered under the sun.
Slipping in and out of shadows and under the shade of trees
the Slip Kid imagined himself light as the breeze.
If as light as the breeze – I should fly he would say,
like a bird I could spend the rest of my day.
Then he slipped for a moment into a dream.
The Slip kid was in a place unforeseen.
Slipping into the clouds and out of the realm
of the ground dwellers he knew so well,
he glided about after awhile with ease
though he felt at first like a boat on uneasy seas.
After a while he thought he’d need something to do
so the Slip Kid slipped behind the moon.
What a great expanse he saw from there.
The planets and stars dazzled his eyes
and he took off his cap for a moment in reverence
until he felt suddenly lonesome and less adventurous.
He slipped back away and out of his dream
and the Slip Kid opened his eyes to a scene
as wild and beautiful and any he’d seen
while on his excursion to the upper extremes.
Green meadows and forests, lit cities at night,
and loved ones who danced about with delight.
Shadows moving along with the day,
sidewalks and pathways to direct the way.
All the things he needed to play,
so long as his imagination was allowed to stay.
So the Slip kid pulled down the brim of his cap
and slipped into the day and never looked back.