Toddler's Dream
He stumbles and trips,
walking through the dark forest.
His new shoes hurt his sore feet.
He continues on.
Brushing past a sodden branch,
the brittle limb snaps and breaks,
It pinches his hand.
Quickly he licks his finger.
The stiff sap is thick and sweet.
He finds it tasty.
Reaching out he snaps another,
it tastes like a candy cane.
He is the hunter
searching behind heavy eyes,
head upon his soft pillow,
sleepy little one
filled with dreamy illusions
of floating marshmallow clouds
raining sweet nectar
on golden lollipop trees.
Atop rolling gum drop hills,
seen through filmy eyes,
he rides a cherry caboose
on dark licorice whip rails.
Outside he can see
wispy strands of sugar floss
rise from butter cream rivers,
as Swedish fish jump
over rock candy boulders
of brightly colored sugar.
Now he runs laughing
in striped candy cane forests
where gooey gummy bears play.
He eats all of them,
waking with a tummy ache
from his drowsy fantasy.
8/26/2015
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