as a child the world was too much
I escaped

piloted through a Phantom Tollbooth
changed with The Changeling
tesseracted through A Wrinkle in Time
ran with Ramona
sat in the Shire
searched for a ring
beheld the vorpal sword
became enveloped in the mists of Avalon

Worlds upon worlds upon worlds
brought to life on the page, in my mind
For an hour or two or even a day The mundane slipped away
replaced with magic and whimsy, wisdom and mystery

Too soon, too soon, always too soon
came the moment to return To real life