i sat alone
surrounded by four walls
the other day
i took with me to that
place of seclusion
only a piece of paper
and a box of crayons
i had in mind to set the
black and white of the world
on the outer fringes of reality
while i immersed myself in gray
and began to rediscover all those
nameless colors once again
and this room
with four walls, high ceiling
no windows, whitewashed into
obscurity
this room was my
playground for the day

i put crayon to paper
and let imagination take over
first, i thought, i needed
sunlight
i sketched a window
and held it up to one wall
bright yellow beams
of afternoon sunlight
poured into the room,
and livened the whitewashed
i opened the window
to peer out into the hills
and a gentle breeze met my face
asking me if i wanted
to come out and play
i stepped through the window
and forgot all about my
crayons, my room
as i found a new playground
to call my own