I’m your wind-up monkey,
Dancing in the window of your mind,
Miming the play we produce called
Me. If we are indeed ready to
Stand on our own,
You are ready to stand
With me,
And we’ll make a monkey
Or two who’ll dance
For our amusement.
I’m the stuffed animal who
Talks to you,
Whose eyes show living
Unconditional love
That comes from knowing she animated me.
She animated me because she loves me
she wants only my love
she in return, only she resonating across the valleys where her
Love is not known where
Sorrow rules where
The there in where never becomes, there where
The ideas never connect where
There is no you.
When the valleys have been cut, it is our job to fill them
To gentle them into nurturing.
And she animated me
the stuffed pony
the dancing bunny
the wind-up monkey
In the window of the mind we share.
I know your secret.
You see me in your head and
What did you expect?
That I would not communicate to you,
That I would not realize it is you,
That I would not play with you,
though this is all we ever do, this play, and you’re always the one on the other side
Of hide and seek
Of peekaboo
Do you want to rest? We can rest until something comes up. I like resting with you.
It’s one of my favorite games.
You’re starting again
Dance for me, my monkey
Dance for me, fluffy bunny
Dance for me, fearsome dinosaur
I want to hold your hand
And dance with you
Put your arms around me
And you’ll see
In my eyes
The unconditional love
Of the wind-up toy you animate.
[Reader note:
jomi: playing with perception 