A large footprint
in sand, left
by some creature that
would have been
unreal to see
yet was real enough
to press itself
into this damp beach
and leave a mark.
No way of naming
or classifying it from just this —
no clue as to whether
it was mammal,
reptile, alien amphibian,
or something beyond those.
Picture that moment
it came out of the sea
with no one to watch it.
Think of how serenely
it may have stood there
unobserved, completely
unaware of us.
Think of
this world as
filled with beings
we don’t know,
with being that is not
contained within
our own understanding
of that word;
when you try to return
to how you were
before this and
resume your place
in that smaller space
you may find a strange mix
of fear and joy when
it chafes, when it no longer
fits as well as it did;
with luck and faith
you may find yourself
returning to this beach
again, and again,
both when you are awake
and in your dreams.
February 6th, 2017 at 1:41 pm
The beach of imagination strikes terror, joy and I aspiration in the hearts of men.