a motion of time

you know when your a kid
and having your own place
or your own cove
or your own fort
is really all that you want some days?

some days you just want to crawl away
turn off all the lights
and bring in the note your friend passed you in schoool
and the spoonfull of uncooked cookie batter
that your mom just baked
and the pillow you've had since
you've declared it was your day to enter the world
and the only flashlight that seems to have batteries.

some days you just want to crawl away
into your space that you made, yourself
because its small
and hidden
and only the cookie batter knows what's up.

i hope everyone has, or has had a space that they crawl into when
life seems to circle around them like a merry-go-round
and all you want is
your imagination to rule the motion of time.

this is my space
and sometimes, in the depths of the todays and tomorrows and yesterdays
my life does circle around like a merry-go-round
and if i just sit here.
and look
and drink my coffee
and eat my fake cookie batter
and look at all the notes my friends have given me in school
and hug the pillow i've had since i've moved here
somehow, in that moment of stillness
time stands still.