as a kid, my head was always in the clouds
even when doing simple things
like putting on clothes for school
where i imagined being a power ranger megazord
with all the important parts coming together
my backpack as my rocket boosters
and my lunchbox as my mega sword.

my mom would help me then
so it was easier to imagine
that my clothes were coming to life;
my bullies were bulk and skull, and my teachers
rita repulsa and lord zed
sending me home with their latest monster
            (a.k.a. homework).

nowadays, putting on clothes is just a morning routine;
one small task before the daily grind.
all the alien monsters, just bosses and rude customers
and all the adventures, just chores.

but sometimes, i imagine my mother
still putting on my clothes, like the latest
updated suit of armor, for the next power ranger series
or she is at least standing by me, delivering
a rousing speech like zordon
making me realize that i can make rockaway
my angel grove, and anything i see
turns into my own command center
with the power ranger theme playing in my head
as i set off on another great mission to save humanity.