-another side of the interiors-

There was something exotic

In crawling under the bed

As deeply into the corner
As the wall permitted

During those rare times when

It wasn't necessary;—

Something otherworldly

To the explorations, crouch-walking,
Enclosed by spider-webbed lattice

Under the porch which smelled like
A primordial muck where the first

Forbidden discoveries were made.

There was something in realizing
For the first time that I had the ability

To purchase the things reserved for adults
Over the counter inside the corner variety store

Without being questioned about permission;—

An enormity of consequence
When the first night fell

And my younger brother

Was told to go to bed

As my older sister sat stunned
On the rug at the television anxiously

Staring in my direction

As they passed me by to get to him

As they once passed her

To get to me, ignoring my pleas

As they now ignored his;—

There's something in the covert invasion;

The first exploration through the drawers
Of her crowded dresser, finger-tipping layers
With unanswered questions. Everything,—

Every thing adding its piece, connecting
The puzzle, navigating distance;
The destination through uncharted,

Silken waters.

                                 Quequechan