“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. Even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.”—Shirley Jackson, “The Haunting of Hill House”
I have a tiny seed of doubt
about the size of a mustard seed
that almost makes me not believe
in another world, invisible to eyes
that reside in concrete streets
and multi-storied towers, busy feet
always on the run, red light, green light
flashing stop and go, caution in between.
But, I’ve seen the flash of fairy wings,
dancing leaves in woods becalmed.
I’ve heard the giggles of water-sprites
by lazy trickling streams and hammering
of Tolkien’s dwarves echoing from caves.
I think, I’ve even heard some whiffling snores
of a fierce dragon in his safe enclave.
I’ve found the world is filled with wonder
when you’re yearning to believe.