The Day He Dreamed of Dorothy

Dorothy came with a bag of goodies …to his, to her, to their wakeful slumber

Gifts wrapped in a brown papered, crispy new invisible remember

With words such as

“You’re mine”

And

“I love you.”

Dorothy came

With a bag of trinkets

And toys, games and

Rightful spoiling

In between

Holes and gaps

And darning with

Not enough cotton

To go around…

And one day, out she came, out he came, out they came, she and him and us and we and all….

The beautiful, beauty

Kaleidoscope

With an aperture inside, more than a sad missing piece or hole but a window to a startlingly complex wonder, to patterns and rainbows and mirrors that reflect one to the other to another in perfect symmetry with an ever changing style that need not stay fixed in one place… like people patched together in bright colors and mosaic pieces and some the same and some different….touching, together.

Dorothy came with a little box of wonder

but in a tube

best viewed when tilted

to the light,

whole circle

to the eye

smooth

round

mysterious,

With a chance to make a million and more comibations, with a garden of milllefiore -delicate , glass flowers to HELLO THERE WONDERLAND BRILLIANT in such a tiny space and only with one eye and so possibility seeming unending, when less can be so much more and infinite patterns were the magic lantern to our tomorrow.

Don’t forget why you dreamed of

Dorothy

And the gift

Of kaleidoscopes

Not for winning

Not for stealing

Not for stairs to

Nowhere land

All covered in deals

Made of holes

But for

Love.