poem

 Poem #18

This poem can’t figure out
Whether it's a distracted daydream
Or the proof of one who pays attention.

It’s both, one cannot doubt.
How can you conjure visions
Without the careful quilting

Of a lifetime of caught quickenings?
My son, my daughter,

Carbon, iron, oxygen.
Even the flights of imagination:
Gryphon, unicorn, fire breathing dragon.
There’s nothing new under the sun,
Just ever more interesting combinations.

12/15/20