26

When did you stop believing?
Mr Bunny is still waiting for the second cup
of imaginary tea.

You remember what flavour he wants.
The sweet flavour of strawberrys and mommys perfume.
Imported from Shangri La.

Brought to your childhoods garden
on mighty galleons of bark.

When did the world shrink?
To be fitted into what you could explain.
To be only what you could see before you.

When will you sit down on the grass again
stare up towards the heavens,
and see animals and heroes in the clouds?

Perhaps never.
But a part of you will always want to.