A single scrap of paper
and the child within me springs to life-
the child with bed head and a LEGO fascination-
leads me up and down stairs on all fours;
lights my face, shines my smile
soaks my senses- oversensitive;
takes a horizon, gives me an infinite shadow box;
takes a coincidence, gives me providence;
reminds me that some trees are ladders,
the others are giants, like buildings but wiser;
makes me giggle, as the circles untangle;
makes me ask myself,
Are they following us?
Who made this video game? What's a boat made of waffles?
makes me too excited to eat; gives me dessert first;
lets me eat infinite Twizzlers;
lets me laugh at all of the sleepy adults,
and stay up late talking about collective consciousness;
lets me decide, "next time I'm going to the nature park",
as long as I can talk to all of the statues and sculptures on the way;
lets me write till there's no more room.
Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
A single scrap of paper
and the child within me springs to life-
the child with bed head and a LEGO fascination-
leads me up and down stairs on all fours;
lights my face, shines my smile
soaks my senses- oversensitive;
takes a horizon, gives me an infinite shadow box;
takes a coincidence, gives me providence;
reminds me that some trees are ladders,
the others are giants, like buildings but wiser;
makes me giggle, as the circles untangle;
makes me ask myself,
Are they following us?
Who made this video game? What's a boat made of waffles?
makes me too excited to eat; gives me dessert first;
lets me eat infinite Twizzlers;
lets me laugh at all of the sleepy adults,
and stay up late talking about collective consciousness;
lets me decide, "next time I'm going to the nature park",
as long as I can talk to all of the statues and sculptures on the way;
lets me write till there's no more room.