I came back for a visit

in last night’s dream

methodically walking in

to every room

looking the same as when I left –

not when the boxes became the inhabitants,

equilateral squares taking our places and eating our air –

but  looking as you will always look to me:

This room my victorious secret in hide and seek

This room where Pippin always played and Magic was sung

This room where I wrapped myself within a cocoon of 70’s phone cord

This room where I slept with E.T. in my closet and rainbow wallpaper

This room where I wished for Twinkies instead of fruit

This room, with the two of them,

and I was both the jelly and the peanut butter

between the Wonders….

 

I will come back to visit you someday

when your siding is back to its natural deep chestnut brown

instead of the eggshell primer

that is your exterior –

making absolutely no sense

at all.