Writing - At the end of the driveway by Tim Upperton and Abby/me

 At the end of the driveway, the world is silent.

At the end of the driveway, the world is spinning.

Kids frolick past trees and buzzing bees.

Kids wander by, their faces bright with joy.

In the wet and warm. 

Kids race to school. 

Inside their clothes their itching skins

Inside their skins the kids are growing

This girl is smiling, this boy is dialing numbers on his phone

Not yet seeing, not yet knowing. 

That's what gone is a new beginning,

That what begins is already growing

Fast then faster. 

Adults, with their wide grins. 

Bolting in all directions to adult places.