Imaginarium 

 

By Dawn Van Win

 

And at eventide 

Shall we wander

Through vast avenues

In storage vaults

Where life’s river leads

Larger still

Than all of Amazonian facilities

 

Our warehouse

Of abandoned dreams

The countless possibilities

Of who we someday

Could have been

 

A slowly reverent walk

Down dusty halls

Shelves stacked to the sky

Down either side

 

Then gently reaching out

Our hands

Caress the edges,

Shapes and forms

 

The bittersweet sting

Of smiling tears

Remembering 

so many years

Of ‘some day’, ‘one day’

When work is done

 

Can we attend then

To this sum

Of all that is

Our Life’s true calling

Held within

This moment’s mourning 

 

Perhaps our fingers

Chance upon

A dangling thread

Unravelling 

 

A breadcrumb trail

To start the search

Into a box 

Left on a shelf

 

Refusing there

To be abandoned

This dream still flickers

And calls our name

 

Wipe tears away

Find packing knife

Unwrap the box

That holds your life

 

Copyright Dawn Van Win