a day is more than 24 hours
if you let it be
and when I say, “let it be.”
I mean, leave it alone.
Most people can’t do this
they need constant distractions
they can’t take the agony
of sitting still in a quiet room.
I watch the sun rise
the red, and yellow, and shadows.
a Wood
is magical
when the orange
shines through the green
casting rays and beams
like the light is fishing
in the earth
for something, hidden.
I see Treasure Island Trees.
Light
turns ordinary
into extraordinary.
When I was a boy
I dug random holes
because I believed
gold was buried under
light.
Your perception is controlled by influence
Adults watch the News
and get angry
they talk to their friends
and get jealous
their point of view
is limited
they don’t have any peripheries
where the magic happens
out of the corners of their consciousness.
I’ve spent five days alone
invested
in my own imagination
far away
from knowledge, sight, and belief
Only pure imagination
opens doors
into other worlds
there’s a reason, children are the only ones who gain access
to magic
they see what isn’t there
they don’t understand adult conversations
about anger
and ideals
Adult talk
is full of judgement
about conforming to a standard
about being like everybody else.
Five days alone
and I’m a child, again
with no ambition
only a desire to discover something hidden
to watch the light
go down
to read friends
who died
to pay attention
to the length of a day.