Dois Irmãos / Two Brothers
Rio de Janeiro by Wiissa
You see them swinging their legs
With vigour
On the seat of the train
You see them bolting forward
In Olympic sprints
To no particular finish line
You hear them
Loudly debating whether the sky is indeed the sky,
Or instead.. a blanket of gigantic cotton
Fixed in place.. by fairies
They laugh at things which seem
Silly… to us,
They find joy in things
Which seem
Mundane to us
They clap and dance whilst standing in queues
They write revised lists and letters
For fictional characters
Made up by us
Lists and letters of things they desire
For festivities or birthdays,
And they SIIINNNNNGGGGGG
For no reason at all
They can be wholly distressed and melting in tears one moment,
And be dry eyed and hi fiving the offender the next
Oh where does the child go in all of us?
The movement,
The endless imagination,
The ease of forgiveness..
I want to make sure, I keep alive
The child,
That is, in.. me.
— Words by Seyi