I remember nap time as a little boy,
lying on my mother’s bed
my mind not ready to sleep.

I would look out through the hallway
across the living room floor
and out through the
living room window.

The glass was uneven
and as I tossed and turned
I would see ripples of the world outside.

Elsewhere in the living room
was the small tea kettle
we used for playing games.
Who would be the first to find
the hidden tea kettle?

There was also the prism
which would turn plain light
into a rainbow
that danced across the floor.

When sleep finally came
It would be filled
with these magical objects.