I always wanted a treehouse
somewhere to escape
to a world that might someday be
those fantasy books I’d read.
A place where magical creatures might finally approach me
and take to me on an adventure
And my life would finally begin.
My dad and I built the treehouse
from remnants of an old porch
with a giant glass window
to look out from
and see the passing deer
the chirping birds
that one white tree in the distance
One day I heard noises
Looked into the backyard
Saw a group of boys jumping out of my treehouse
I thought it was locked.
Went back there
only to find the glass wall in shatters on the ground.
A new wall was built
out of wood
but by then I had outgrown the treehouse
and moved on to other dreams
that wouldn’t live up to my expectations either.
But I keep on wishing.