stonetosser.com

Imaginings are the leaves of time that thrive and then fall
to litter the walkspaces and thoroughfares of places others call home.

Why would you imagine except to live more fully the life that waits
somewhere beyond your perception, somewhere others would not call 'real'?

'Imagine something for me', you say, and
I see cold places that are the chill in this morning's air,
 I feel the echo of passion where weariness now stirs and
I sense death in the life throbbing around me.

'Imagine yourself,' you say, and
the moon swirls into view, full and cold
and powerful.

Still in the sky, I see it imagining me as it slips
away into the light of day.

StoneTosser (c) 2006

Photo Credit: My son on his Peru trip in 2009.