Trampoline

It was close to seventy degrees
outside on the Wednesday that
my dad decided to attempt
the assembly of our newest toy.

This 25 square foot black springy
tarp promised many laughs
and lots of busy nights.
It took my dad six rough hours.

By the time the sky turned
blue, I felt myself spinning
throughout the clouds. A
twist and shout here and

there to keep the neighbors up.
I was on my own planet
when I was bouncing. Up
and down, coming back

to Earth only when I wanted.
Animals began pouring from
the sky and I was unprepared,
but still unwilling to return

inside. Apparently I wasn’t
welcome on my planet any
longer because with one drop
of water, my foot flopped

upwards and tossed my
worn out body to the mud.