Looking For Home

LOOKING FOR HOME a magnifying glass spotted a WE little woods in a tiny village with the wonder of memories a crayfish creek with human legs splashing a stone wall to balance on a sandbox donut a swing set put together with tweezers and precision minute tears and laughter wings a minuscule trunk to yell down from to hang a rope and seat a peace sign scrawled on a santa-size mailbox filled to the brim with bills, cards, letters, and no dope because that would be illegal and the government truck might show up to take you away HA HA records with fingerprints, etchings, scratches, speeds i’m dizzy spinning around and around landing on tomorrow where the records have shrunk and stay entombed in plastic cases or players and i am gulliver the giant creating havoc on life’s travels, skipping ahead, practically losing my head like goliath leaving small problems behind dragging my feet like a bag of christmas toys unable to open not allowed to peek NO FAIR I stomp my heels wanting my way I THOUGHT big people tall as trees always got their way and my giant parents now I level with me clap their hands in cheers and victory forgetting the fog that encircles their knees in a tiny toon town Kim Rodrigues © 2016