Leaving Disneyland
A Poem
It is something that should be filled with ceremony, or sadness, or closure of some kind three days with this place that is supposed to be a happy kingdom
that is supposed to be filled with nothing but joy and magic that is supposed to be the epitome of American fantasy culture
and in some ways it is — watching a baby hug a dude dressed like Pluto, or woman dressed like a fairy, or princess, is truly adorable somehow, truly sweet
there is joy in that, there is magic in that, but this is not American fantasy land, it is just flat out America -
they know how to keep us in line in lines, they know how to keep us paying $5 dollars for water, they know how to charge $8 dollars for a hot dog but they just have to call it
something else, they know how to wear us down until our feet truly ache from all of the searching for more joy, searching for more ways to be taken for a ride
they know how to make us smile again, laugh again, look a parade, look at those lights that will be $395 dollars a person, please,
as we leave there is a hint of sadness and a dash of self blame for not getting enough joy out of the place, for not feeling as magical as we could have felt, for not —
letting American fantasy culture truly work on us this time as we stumble to the shuttles on our painful feet for the last time in a long time.
Jenny Justice is a poet mom who longs to bring poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, and feeling. She loves writing love poems, climate change awareness poems, poems for kids, and of course, poems about poetry and poets. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. You can follow her poetry at Justice Poetic.
