The Fort

Building a fort
Out of cushions and blankets
Was an art
All on its own

My dad taught us
The basics of soft engineering
And we took
It as far as we could

We used each and every
Couch and chair cushion,
Pillow and blanket
And linked them all over the room

Til the network of darkness
Was just what we wanted
And our world
Was separated from theirs’

Our flashlights
Lit the way for us
Until the blankets came down
Were folded quickly away

​And cushions returned,
Pillows all put in the corner
And I began planning the next
layout in my head.