Sunday, April 6, 2014

we are our imagination



stepping out of the moment

we can imagine,
and thus we can step out of the moment,
that world anchored in our senses,
and into realities that might be,
from the fantastic to the probable,

inside we can travel in time,
whether to remember paths that lead to now
or to see what might be along this or that potential path,

as near as I can tell,
most other animals don’t remember ones lost to us:
after a lion makes a kill
the herd seems to forget 
and moves on with grazing,
and we humans can do that, too,

but we also can remember too well
and a past loss can haunt us,
that which gives up the ghost
still exists for us as we imagine,
we can foresee our own passing
and, through understanding a limit to the future,
present moments can be even sweeter.


by Henry H. Walker
April 4, ’14

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