Way up high above the Styrofoam Ocean,
I observe the diminutive paper boats bouncing up and down
as they head for the patchwork quilted horizon laced with tinsel stars and a woollen moon.
The milk bottle lighthouse confidently guides the way.
Alone outside the fabric forest,
I see matchstick creatures striking up interesting friendship with one another.
I watch as they chase each other through the paper mache trees towards the wide open cellophane lake
I pause to catch my breath as I rush along the plasticine freeway.
I am the only one here yet it feels anything but empty.
I examine the glitter glue dots of light that frequent the path I am taking.
I blink each time one radiantly flashes past my eyes.
I could do this all night.
High above this cardboard cut out city,
I watch the wax crayon cars moving around animatedly
and the miniature candle wax men and women basking eagerly in the spectacular light bulb sunlight.
I am the omnipotent observer of this manufactured, model utopia