Imagine

We imagine
 what might be
 and then live for it.
 We imagine
 one more hug from a son
 who is gone.
 We imagine peace,
 a world where all are welcome.
 We imagine tender things,
 rain and flowers,
 a kind word, forgiveness,
 a long restful night.
 We imagine
 because that is what we do,
 Because we are spirits, dreamers.
 We draw deep from the well
 of the heart.
 We see simple things,
 like the egret in the marsh,
 catching the morning light.
 We don't imagine eating frogs
 from the bottom of a pond.
 We imagine wings.


--Timothy Haut, March 12, 2016