Webs

I can see more until the light bends photographs out of shape
and the landscape changes.

Sometimes I grow up and become an adult
but mostly I play with my train set,

I don’t get the whole adult thing anyway
bills to pay
arguments and
hell to pay,

girls who want to play house
(for real)

I’m co-opted in to the stereopticon
picture palisades to fence with pirates.

but the light bends through me onto
the high sea
and the cannons roar defiance.

Somewhere where I think I could be
you see me
somewhere else.

shadows shift
the evening lifts another veil
and I set sail
again.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.