From the Pumpkin - my first attempt at surrealistic poetry

I stepped from the pumpkin,

found the sky to be littered.

There were bright shiny stars,

they surrounded the sun.

It was a moon shadow following me

as I walked above the clouds.

I watched the airplanes,

funny how they flew backwards.

I wondered which way the people were seated.

Do they realize that they are going

where they came from.

To ask would be so impolite

and an admission

of my weak understanding

of this new day.

Life is play!

Then I thought of

Little Big Man.

Oh how he could ride.

The people in the plane

smiled at me,

all at once.

It was as if on cue.

I checked my fly.

Wanting to return inside the pumpkin

I made an about face

and in its place

I saw a whale leap down

from the surface of the sea above me.

He beckoned for me to enter

and then promised,

I would find what I was searching for within.

There was a tree

with a small stream running beside it.

I sat with my back against it,

fell asleep

and dreamed of a world at peace.