Moving Day

a just-awakened toddler
is the toddliest of things

oop
watch out for that
door frame

a primary color landscape
finger-carved before
a banana-chip breakfast

bookshelves empty
except for two
coffee mugs
under negotiation

we are asked to recite
one-minute plays

we are given our lines

we may not improvise

but we must exchange roles

put the gold crown
on my head

there are bugs in my
eyes bugs in my eyes

the artwork needs boxes
that will preserve it

that’s why we’re here
and here and here

more of me lies here
than anywhere

home ripples out
farther than you think

I asked for a miracle
and I got it
so now what?

we watch the clouds turn gray

two wings on the lean blue sky