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