Fiction

I have a fixation on imaginary creatures,

things of an abstract persuasion,

colors which bubble from nothing,

and make their way through the veil,

taking awkward shapes ,

tracing the eye with vivid detail,

forming scales and teeth,

growing floppy ears,

swinging its long tail rambunctiously,

I grab on tight to its back,

as it floats through the air,

exhibiting grace in its innovative movements,

into another world,

a realm composed of ideals,

imagine that!

pigtails on a unicorn,

curly and coiled,

reality which is wild in every sense,

invisible foods cover an elongated table,

as children clamor over the savory smells…mid-air,

aromas from kitchens spanning the globe,

cheese, sugars, tomatoes, and goodness inhabit the nostrils,

while swimming in circles,

like fish in a barrel,

one that monkeys have climbed out of,

each aberration pollutes nature’s ethos,

yet it feels vital,

convivial even,

freeing the spirit,

metaphysical inside a million jars,

all human shaped,

children are blessed,

for they have the ability to capture this each day,

this portal to something which is understanding,

yet outside,

out of sight,

out of mind,

this aspect defies.