The wood shines through itself
Newly lacquered and awaiting its first blemish
A circle with corners
Jagged with the bursts of a thousand stars
It is the window into wonder we each dream of
Outside the woodlands woo and caw
Our wonderland of forts and river crossings
Hidden battlefield of children’s dreams
When the sun returns bringing the warmth
The starry oculus distant from our make believe
My sister knew the spirits here
The roly-polys and the daffodils
The moss and sap filled breeze
The newborn everythings hidden so close
Knee stains in forgotten overalls
Playing those woods like any other card board box
Anything we imagined it to be
Through the window now
Late and dark the lightbugs are matting
My mind fills the darkness with bewilderment
The light and dark turned inside out
Into me and out of assertiveness
Anything is possible inside my constellation
The currents carry it all towards something called forward
Forward wonders what I am, daring to chase it
Deep into my perception the window looks
It frames a world of words and thought
Play things for the material world to conquer
Unlearning the difference between thought and action
The wooded forest of my mind lets itself be logged
No hiding places for the innocent inside
Inner children abuse it like a sand box
Creations awaiting scripted destruction
Existence is so grainy in the depths
Muddy foundations for hopes and dreams
No tunnel or end inside my outsideness
A rainbowed kaleidoscopic singularity of being
The progeny of matter and observation
The light in the distance is closer than my thoughts
Superimposed patchwork of beliefs playing through
My eyelids tire and almond windows close
The world still sees me anyway
Into hiding as I slumber away
Trying to make it all stay
Being the sculptor and clay