The Woven City by Joey Ng

The Woven City by Joey Ng

I sit criss-crossed on the thick square rug,

A giant figure on the cityscape.

Sitting in the center circle amidst

A vast web of roads, walkways, paths, and parks,

A giant figure on the cityscape,

The large yellow foam dice crash down upon

A vast web of roads, walkways, paths, and parks

As engines begin to sputter and roar.

The large yellow foam dice crash down upon

The green and grey woven city

As engines begin to sputter and roar.

A red biplane lifts off from its runway.

The green and grey woven city,

An old world, flat and stitched at the edges.

A red biplane lifts off from its runway

Along with a host of imaginings.

An old world, flat and stitched at the edges,

Full of stories, games, and memories

Along with a host of imaginings:

Car chases, rocket ships, and dinosaurs.

Full of stories, games, and memories

I am called by my mother to leave my

Car chases, rocket ships, and dinosaurs.

So the sirens halt and engines sputter.

I am called by my mother to leave and

I walk into the garage and in the car.

So the sirens halt and engines sputter

As we depart toward the city lights.

I walk into the garage and in the car,

Swinging around a grand grassy hill

As we depart toward the city lights,

Letting ourselves be tossed around in tow.