The Accident

The playground was too small, And too boring, And nothing but woodchips Made up the flooring. So she listlessly slid down the straight beige slide, And imagined a place where space and earth collide. And she gripped the blue monkey bars With calloused hands, Distracted by visions Of vibrant red sands. And once, she began to run— Her visions too alluring— With strong determination, Ever enduring. And she ran so far, not knowing Where she was going But she found a secret garden that Seemed to be glowing. Out of breath with hands pressed On bent knees, She softly closed her eyes and heard A song hummed by trees. Glass orbs, like planets peered out from tall grass, And her toes sunk into sand the color of brass. And she danced through the garden, Feeling light, but then nauseous, As she awoke, dazed In the nurse’s office.