Let’s ponder the imp
-ossibles today, the mad mad mad world
way we all spin, begin to wonder
which is up and which is
Let’s hang our hearts
around the breath of dragons,
the spill of clouds from sky,
the way that you and I get
curiouser and curiouser
as the day unfolds, wrapped
in the silence of this sky.
Shape me a sandcastle with pen
-chant for sea, some fantasy
of salt, and strand and spire. The
world’s on fire, all embered song
and –ishful thinking. I’m a big
fan of breezes, the tao of trees.
And you, you’ve given voice
to the wind.
Written for Lillian’s prompt over at dVerse Poetics. Come play!