We Went to New York

rainbow child,
do you hear the dear nightingales
nodding on the branches outside your window?
in the distance
your paper-mache mountains
smile as they sing a lullaby
just for you.
your universe is entirely crazy,
cock-eyed and strange.
your universe in all its entirety.
beware, child, of your own foolish whims.
they'll ask you questions like
"you going to get somewhere, or just going?"
you won't understand, but you should know
it's a good question.
and your answer will say it all.