Wonder Why

The living room
The curly sheepskin rug we called “the furry”
And sometimes I wonder why
The plastic clock, the macrame owl, and the butcher block couch are on my mind

I wonder why my parents chose a brown and orange scheme
And why that seemed okay to me
I wonder why the kitchen was an avocado green
And the upstairs bathroom was peach

The northern lights
We saw them in Vermont one night from the car
But only once, I wonder why
The aliens who landed on the roof, they left me there
And didn’t take me to the sky
I’ve escaped into my childhood memories tonight

I wonder why my corduroys were always light blue
And I never had a TV in my bedroom
Just a flame from an electric candle on my windowsill
And I dreamed of my melodies touching you

I wonder why the marimekko fabric on the wall was ever taken down
I wonder how a transistor radio held up to my ear
Brought me to heaven
And it’s still leading me here