For the Dreamers
You always knew it was possible
As soon as you picked up your first stick and saw a wand or a sword or a spaghetti noodle,
You knew there was a Universe of possibilities in every little thing the Light touches
Another Universe in the ones the Light doesn’t
The walks you’d take yourself on, through the backyards of the Cosmos, verdant otherworlds, haunted houses on hills that are alive with the sound of your own imagination,
You knew that if To-day, you are an elf, than an elf you would be,
"And there’s no stoppin’ me, world! You hear that?! Try and make me go home for supper!"
You could fall in Love and dream in a third with the way that her backpack bounced behind her
Daydreaming that it was a basket of bounty from the Garden of Forever
The chicken wire fence that separated your tiny kingdoms was a mile-high wall with one loose brick desperate for you to pull it out and whisper sweet everythings into its darkness
And when backyards became alleyways, haunted houses became busted storefronts and sticks became broken bottles,
when kings got jobs and castles foreclosed
was it gravity that weighed you down or
was it you who forgot how to fly?