Imagination’s Dance Card

Sunrise

We look,
but don’t see
varied stages of ruin and growing
surround our beginnings
asking…

Noon

We often listen,
but hear little,
even as inhaling winds from afar
awaken something inside us,
that place where
stories aren’t just read,
illustration not just pictured.

We squirm.
Eyes and ears entreat enigma’s dots to connect.
Pleading, we surge forward.

Sundown

We turn in place asking
is such aliveness but our harlequin
playfully sounding vesper’s invading calliope,
springing to life lesson’s party of many unconnected stories
packed into dream’s blood red rosebuds as sleep and fire
Counted,
but not tended.
Circulating
but not freed.
Imploring with patience the resolve.

Midnight

Our lamp insists on playing sun,
casting shadows across table’s plateau,
imitating daylight’s sister,
time’s knowing silhouette insisting

Choice beckons.
Lamp?
Shadow?
Leader?
Follower?

Imagination’s dance card

Always room for another epiphany… or two.