Tin Man

"Let's look for miracles today,
and see what then arrives;
for what we look for seems to come
but mind can us surprise;"
The Tin Man said this thing to me
one morning in a field,
of grass outside of OZ where we
were hidden, yes concealed;

concealed from what, I'm not too sure,
but fear was all around,
So Lion roared announcing that:
he'd win and stand his ground;

I thought I should help Lion,
prepare for but the worst,
then Tin Man said that miracles
could quench out even thirst;

And if a little miracle,
could come to change the day,
to some small thing, it would be HUGE,
an ant to us must say;

"Oh Dear" I said, as I did see
a snake in front of me
uncurl, unwind, and start to move,
"oh good", away from me;

"a miracle" said Tin Man
for this is what he sought,
but Lion said "it ran from him"
for "roar" is what he taught;

and then the sky got dark as night,
and rain began to pour,
"Oh Dear" I said, my hair got wet,
"Tin Man might walk no more";

So Lion covered up his legs,
and I covered his head,
but arms and body, we could not,
we both were brought to dread;

We thought he'd never walk again,
that rust would take him to,
the grave-yard of all rusty things,
from us, this made us stew;

but Tin Man whispered in my ear,
as rain began to stop,
"In miracles the small is great,
let love within you talk";

I said "it was all the fault
of Scare Crow who had run,
away into the dark of night,
when the Witch appeared for fun";

"And if he would have stayed with us,
he surely could protect,
Tin Man, from this element,
absorb from him this wet";

Tin Man then whispered in my ear
as I lay on his head,
"The rain has stopped, the sky is blue,
just look up overhead;

"Oh Dear" said I, as I looked up,
for I saw not, you see,
my face turned towards a puddle,
seeing but calamity;

Tin Man smiled and said gently,
"a miracle has come
to bless our day with joy and light"
this song the birds did hum;

The meadow came to life again,
a breeze began to blow,
I thought but for an instant
that Tin Man was great to know;

And then a magic bubble,
like softness, soapy light,
came drifting down before us,
into our very sight;

So large it was, this bubble,
it stood ten feet by ten
and inside was the figure
the Witch from the East End;

The bubble moved and quivered,
as bubbles often do,
not round, not square, not formless,
but silent, clear, and new;

and then a bee buzzed briskly,
into the bubble there,
not watching where he flew that day,
the bubble burst, in air;

The Witch then lost her masking,
to earth she fell -no chair,
she landed square upon her but,
her feet up in mid air;

She fixed her hair, which got messed up,
her cloak, she wrapped around,
and then began to stare at me,
but I could not turn round;

And where to run , I did not know,
maybe to OZ to go
for everything resolves in OZ
the end is there, I know;

"Oh Dear" I said, I could not move,
fear paralyzed me so,
then Lion moved in front of me,
but Tin Man moved so slow;

He whispered to me "Miracles
can happen if you wish,
Don't think the world's against you
deep inside this is YOUR wish;"

"Oh Dear" said I rethinking,
when bubbles often break,
I fixed my hair, mascara,
from this dream I did awake;

I brushed my teeth that morning
and wondered what this meant,
if dreams had hidden meaning,
then to OZ was my ascent;

Yet OZ is but a symbol,
removed two times from me,
and I am driven by the dream
of loss, calamity;

Running from fear into the dark
is what I seem to do,
Like Scare Crow, who we sought to blame,
for "our loss", thought "true"

"Imagined loss" was all it was,
not real, --we could not see,
imagining the future,
we missed the moment, that We Be;

Is OZ a place or moment?
Are dreams reality?
Your fears are like the Scare Crow,
or the Witch East side would be,

Just listen to your Tin Man,
he whispers in your heart;
Or travel on to OZ in dreams
it's fun, but not too smart.

Copyright 2008, Donald Chandonnet