For Maurice Sendak Poem by Patrick L Kalahar

Your characters dance & leap across the page
Loudly proclaiming their personal independence of the paper
Like all great souls you could not be confined.
The known earth was not large enough for you
You were music made solid—the substance of sound
Your deft hands spoke the magic language of innocence
And made the fantastic commonplace
And the commonplace fantastic.
Chagall, I. B. Singer & Windsor McKay were milk & honey
But Kenny, Martin, Rosie, Jennie, Max and all your creations
Gave life to your and our universe.
How much did it cost you to get to Where the Wild Things Are?
Only the mind and heart of a lifetime
But we who loved you can get there for free