Window Holiday

one breakfast I spill milk across the sky

two creamy calves stick out their tongues to slurp it up
from cirrostratus grass and on the clouds’ low slopes
a wisping steam train slowly lugs three carriages
of daffodils and insubstantial hopes

a pod of purple porpoises starts playing in my street
they hide-and-seek in nimbostratus foam
droplets from their blowholes spot the window glass
they mock me stuck inside and stuck at home

lumpy grey grumpily thumping a rumpus of elephants
fling my nimbusnimble little brother from their backs
as he falls I catch him as he crashes haul him in
splendorous splashes drench our chilly skin

then the evening phoenix in a flare of flames proclaims
the dragons are coming the dragons are dipping
to sip the sinking sun yes the dragons have come
to spit *F*I*R*E*W*O*R*K*S*

when did my disappointments disappear?

never mind the planes and where they go
imagination and the wind can blow
a window holiday right here