Childhood

Darkness sliding

under my head

as the rooster on

the nightstand

blasts out air

Sunday!

Oh no!

I forget my coat

and hat as I shove 

myself out the door

The stairs morph

into the outstretched

pages of a book

Last page

Trees twist an inch

Scratchy bookmark on my head

I finally push in

Globes already spinning away

Tables kneeling before

sun-washed shelves

Secret air fanning 

ferns and orchids

as they meditate

Picking up The Secret Garden

I begin my sleep