I think where
more than why
now there where
rather than there
there a soothing 
song of dismissal 
and often indifference 
there then is 
the swan song 
and Hail Mary 
the last chance 
for gas before 
the desert miles 

Who I was
then feels like 
a nightmare and 
today a dream 
how could I 
being only one 
go from there
to here for 
don’t people belong 
to one place 
or another but 
I as a 
child used to 
walk atop fences 
I guess some 
things never change 

I like 
this being 
alone in
my treehouse 
flashlight in
hand finger 
puppets at 
the ready 
stories and 
spells about 
to conjure 
in the 
cauldrons of 
my mind 

No longer chipped
or made into 
mulch I acorn
crawled to the 
mountains where I 
rested amongst kings 
dug in and
grew alongside them 
I sapling stretched 
and reached higher 
pushed away green 
umbrellas and took
my place in 
sky I tree
and I grown 
remember all three
of those me

Is imagination gone 
took the last
bus to anywhere 
packed its bag 
and started walking 
down the street 
people it seems 
to me nowadays 
want to be 
told what to 
think rather than 
imagine what could 
be long gone 
are ghost stories 
replaced by ghouls 
who wander aimlessly 
looking for direction 
where to queue 
where did all 
the adventurers go 
oh that’s right 
on the bus 
buddies with imagination