The day the house came unravelled
all the children came tumbling out
they had been tied up there too
long
it was time
there was a slow giggling,
laughter and then a shout
Like a dark rain cloud in the sky suddenly bursting open
and all the rain rushing out out of the sky
They were rushing, gushing
oozing from every pane
Windows were thrown open
Bouncing floating children
Sliding down slides
Running in the rain.

The mothers were so happy
at the Unravelling
like a tightly wound ball of string
that it was so hard to say
“It is dinnertime. All you children
please come back in.”

So we can do this again tomorrow.