What's in my closet?

There against my graduation gown and cap he sits:

A young but wild boy pretending

He is an astronaut with his makeshift helmet

Daddy's gloves and coat, much too large for his suit,

A cardboard spaceship carrying him to

Galaxies uncharted.

Mostly I keep him in my nightstand drawer

Shut up against the day and night,

But every now and again

I hear his whispers and go to watch him

Flitting about in play

Until I realize the day has passed us both.

On lonely nights, he often comes

Snuggling with his father

To keep us both warm

But for most he lies hibernating

Under starry skies

Far from the reaches of Man and his cares

Or else immortally speeding

From time to time

Into the closets of other folk

If only to entertain.

-- 12/6/05

-- Josh