when i was a child,

the world around me

had not agreed to behave normally.

cabinets were cliffs

towering towards the sun,

housing bandits and burglars

waiting on the next passing stagecoach.

towels and clothespins

were tools of power,

properly placed around

the neck allowing me

to fly and fight the

evils of the world.

forests and abandoned buildings were meant

to be explored because

of all the treasures left untouched by

mysterious creatures still undiscovered.

streams became rivers,

bikes became spaceships,

and chairs and sheets became

impenetrable forts.

the world felt larger then.

not because it was,

but because none of

it had been explained away.