where the wild trees are
I may as well admit it: I cannot stop watching the “Where the Wild Things Are” trailer.
Running through the woods, finding significance in the small collection of things on a leaf, knowing that your costume will protect you and that imagination makes you invincible—
these freedoms I remember as I watch a tropical forest grow around and into my mischievous magic cottage at night.
This afternoon, I took a walk in my neighborhood to meet the trees and leaves,
who seemed as friendly as the bees nipping at the kalanchoe,
and then I heard silvery leaves rustling in the wind.
found strange fruit,
distracting flowering plant sirens,
and flowers hidden in the trees.
Bands around some trees shone as if you could twist them,
and reveal another tree beneath.
I raced to swing on the Banyan tree vines,
(note: Banyan trees begin as figs)
and with their aerial prop roots
leading up into the sky,
it was instead a blue-freckled trunk
that fronted adventures if I stepped beyond—
as it happened, I wandered back to the cottage, past a sidewalk that reminded me to dream,
and when I returned, supper ideas were still warm…