Like Wendy walked blindfolded.
But more an elevated floor.
Stairs ascend to childhood reimagined
&there are two side doors.
Not real doors, but entrances
Between weighted velvety folds.
Always black, billiard green,
Or deep-deep scarlet.
Imagine a fourth wall;
Imagine Pan if you’d like
Swinging from ceiling to drawer.
Empty space charges in the dark
Before spotlight. Before floodlight.
Here comes the once-I-was-dead,
But now-I’m-alive part.