Imagination

It is a good thing. A wonderful thing.
Magic happens. Miracles. Creation.
Solice and comfort, a thing so powerful
the truth of things can become submerged
and that is its danger, a tightrope of roses and razors
waiting for you to fall.

About this poem

I could talk way too long on this one. I’ll leave it to your own imagination.

The picture was taken at Mass MoCA.

Tom