take-off

take-off

A Poem by misterfebus

maybe through living rooms 
with furniture made from the finest
fabric or
maybe handed down made from cheap
wood or 
maybe from neighborhood to neighborhood 
maybe city to city
maybe state to state
or if the world was flat
from Alaska to New Zealand
in houses built like mansions or shacks
maybe made by
hands
young and old 
rich or poor
maybe men or women
at parties, alone or not
maybe somber or not
or in your living room alone
asked by a boy or girl, 
who are also looking for
attention and affection
too build something to pass the time and
maybe then to feel the memories and emotions
that build inside you of when you were a child,
maybe wanting to put together something 
quick or
maybe for that boy or girl - too
maybe get them out of your hair
so you can continue with the adults
at the party,
maybe to finish a drink or conversation
and
maybe to see them off and running
maybe to rebuild the one you've made
maybe with wild drawings of life
maybe with stars and stripes
maybe with a moon or red circle
maybe with colors: red, white, blue or
maybe white and blue
maybe yellow, green, and red
maybe green, white, and gold
scribbled on with crayon, pencil, pen or
maybe paint..
maybe with words of asking or telling
of love, or of hope, or of dreams or
maybe of rhymes and secret passwords,
these things that take place
in our living rooms
through space and time
maybe for building imagination
and letting go..
maybe to connect with something, 
someone
a small and simple gesture
suspended in the moment of
disbelief
that
maybe,
maybe,
just maybe..
see a paper plane take-off in flight..

© 2015 misterfebus


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