An impossible world
is a world that can be-
free of deadlines or limits
or lies mortals see.

A planet collides
with a dragonfly’s wings
while roses run laps,
and a daffodil sings.

To share a new language
one first ought to teach
the correct way to listen,
then, maybe, some speech.

Peel open an apple
to get to its core,
and reread the pages
you’ve not seen before.

From the depths of the mountains
and heights of the sea,
if it is written,
thus shall it be.

I once read
that if a poem
hasn’t got anything
meaningful to say,
it ought to,
at least,
rhyme.
This one doesn’t.

So forth went the cardinal,
who from her tree perch had wondered
why her colors were of the earth
and not the magnificent sunset.

Others around her had bore
the brilliant crimson, yet she’d remained
as she had always been:
dull as the branches of home.

Thus went the cardinal,
who in the limitless sky soon discovered:
the music that beckoned her forward
was eternally blind.