Beneath my grandmother’s
dining table
I was captain
of my own spacecraft
Or I was steering
the entire house
like some ancient galleon
through rough seas
to safety
I sat between the crossbeams
legs outstretched
and imagined as many worlds
as my young mind could imagine
All those adventures
are lost to childhood
But not lost
is the dreadful day
I climbed under the table
and could no longer fit
in the seat
of my time machine
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