Hiding in plain sight
When things got rough at home,
To Oz my thoughts would roam
Never Ozma or Dorothy,
But someone yet unknown
When winter storms closed in
Anne became my focus
Traveling back in time
To let my life unwind
On a dragon’s back I flew
Flaming thread high and low
Sometimes helping with a poem
Turned epic teaching song
Interstellar flight took me away too
As far as my imagination could reach
Other times I hid in Middle Earth
In the tiniest of hobbit holes
For a while, all trips
Were tesseracts to help
Vicki rescue her dad again
Or Charles Wallace to kythe
Thanks to other friends, I became
A Companion white as snow
Would call in my mind
Off to Valdemar we’d go
Most recently, a crew
Of magicians of a recent kind
Came to help me find
That plastic can be magic
For a time some steampunk
Helped me disappear
Along with a general
With two lives
A lady who studied bones
A boy raised as a wolf
Alive for centuries
Sisters, elves, fairies, people
There were so many others
Friends who saved me then
Who when I need them most
Are only a moment away
I’ve been a reader all my life. For almost as long as I have been reading, I have been dreaming about being in the worlds created by my favorite authors. Think of this piece as a kind of thank you to the people can think up stories so real you want to jump in and live there.