I am inspired to create
Without boundary
Or fear
Earth alone
Is home to billions of such convergences
Leading to this gesture of humility:
How can I know this convergence of mine
Is the best of billions
Or even any good at all
All I know
Of the billions of others
Is at best learned conjecture
Even with the most intimate knowledge
Thus am I both creator and interpreter
Sometimes I squint
To smudge the world
Within my mind
Then paint upon
The softened scene
A different
Kind of magic
My mind
Fills the emptiness
Unspoken
Creates
Stories imagined but
Untold
But I wonder too
At the worlds now gone
I cannot imagine
The waters
Preternaturally
Still
Beneath them slinks
Unearthly beast
And I
A Knight
With hallowed sword
Will sail across
Beyond the wards
And battle dragons
Which hurl epithets
And fire
In reflections
I see a dragon breathing fire
But just a building
With a light on
Like the child
Imagination still at play
Should the day come
When I see only what’s there
No monsters, no dragons
Which I playfully must slay
How sad I will be
In a world so plain and grey
Three lives there
Faceless beneath the clouds
Unknown
Unknowable
But for outlines
Against the sky
One drops off the world
Lost forever
To anonymity
But for the unnamed character
Forming in the theatre
Of my mind