He remembers dim and darker days
As a child sprawled on the floor,
Ringing ochre carpet stains
(With plastic men of war).
He thought sometimes about the world
Whose walls loomed wide and huge
Whose popcorn ceilings capped the sky
(By keeping it from view).
The world beyond the window frame
Was far too broad to see
So he made his memories with miniatures
(And made them quietly).
Life’s spaces have grown larger
But the toys have grown to scale
And a world still waits beyond the walls
(Where he still fears to fail).