The Size Of The Sky

Toddlers in every culture get lost.

Cultures are not confined to countries.

They leave their beds at night instead of sleeping peacefully, chased along a literally dark path by frightening, false ideas.

Dreams are a type of thinking, and kids can have the worst ideas.

If I go into the kitchen, the power cords will cut off my head.

The dog is funny funny and makes people want to laugh until they die and fall up and up.

My parents don’t love me.

When I think of stupid stupid things, I’m only being mean to myself.

Some of this is true.

I am scared.

I want to get away.

Kids can invent the strangest, most elaborate ideas, or grasp the simplest truths: I just want to find a place of peace.

They might try to do something, which is an idea in itself.

They might open a door, or push a button. But if they live where the best buttons must be considered in order to activate, and they consider themselves lost and lonely, what consideration might they apply? Considering themselves desperate, they might stumble around in the dark and finally cry loudly enough to be found, or think intensely enough to be reconsidered.

Unless they dream all the way to the edge…

…And fall up.