In our backyard

In our backyard

There’s really nowhere to hide

At least not for someone who stands over six feet tall

Has not the least bit of flexibility and

Is playing with a three year old and a five year old

Let’s just say I will not be fitting into a leaf bag anytime soon and

I wouldn’t want to hide too well anyway or

At least I wouldn’t

Not without a fence stopping the three year old

From running right out into the street and

Without a sudden dispensation of common sense

At least enough to stop either one from doing something silly while

I waited in the perfect hiding place for them to find me thus

I try to crouch behind the arborvitae and

Skillfully try to stay on the opposite side of the Maple’s trunk

Even going so far as to put my shirt in one place and

My body in another

Despite the fact that I myself don’t have enough common sense

 Not to simultaneously wonder

What it would be like

To be in some other yard

At some other time

Even though

There’s a giggling bush

Right at my feet

In our backyard