To a writer:
We are skilful, we are watchful,
Creators of a world that has no bounds.
And worlds beyond?
Yes, worlds beyond our comprehension
and our reason: that will not fit into a shape acceptable, nor space, nor time, nor answer to reason or rhyme.
Yet are we not thrilled at what we see and hear, fulfilled at being drawn into a dream-come-true?
Yes, we can build these worlds, can paint these worlds, can plant these worlds in people’s minds.
And why would we do that?
You need a reason?
Poem by Peter Caton © 2019