Putting aside

There is so much that doesn't matter, you taught me,

But of course we would both misapply this lesson sometimes, we both knew that,

And yet as we climbed the hill, paths diving away to left and right,

It seemed desirable and honourable to stay on track

To the summit of our own preoccupations and not to agonize or fuss.

In the windows shadows on their way past

Or a wide screen spitting light; windows across the landscape, denizens sleeping or still out, shut in their living rooms with widescreen entertainment, sleepy children and wakeful overtired children coming back and leaving someone shouting and crying the banging down of a pan 

We drove for miles and miles

And we did eat piles

Of food and tea and things like that

And we did see a lot of cats.

When we went up the hill our ears did pop

But we didn't stop

Because we wanted to go down the other side

It was like a great big slide

The sea was blue

The sky was as well

We went for loads of walks 

And went to cafés with nice smells

We jumped in foamy water

And had to crawl out on our hands

And when we sat down on our towels

We cleaned off all the sand

And picnicked with Philadelphia,

It made us feel much healthier.

And when we took a selfie

It smoothed out all our wrinkles

And we thought that was quite good.

On our dusty trail back

We had a jumping contest,

Flying through the air,

One of us was best.

The sun went down, it made us frown,

We loved to watch it change from red

                to purple then down

And then we watched the moon come up

And out came all the stars,

And sat there in our wonderment

What it was like on Mars. The End.

(Poem by María)