I wanted to crawl between threads
of deep fur. I wanted my hands to claw
into a realm, a place where indigo
carpet could be a shallow pool or wrong
colored lava. Here, I found him,
a soldier-posed. Some tiny
plastic thing. Missing in action.
He got tucked away & that night I slept on
the mattress & snuck out of bed
knowing the green man was alive
ready for hands to play.