Oh, I said, this is going to be.
And it was.
Oh, I said, this will never happen.
But it did.
And a purple fog descended upon the land.
The roots of trees curled up.
The world was divided into two countries.
Every photograph taken in the first was of people.
Every photograph taken in the second showed none.
All of the girl children were named And.
All of the boy children named Then.
The author’s work can be found in the volume, My Private Property.
Think about how the poem made you feel. Do you ever feel like the author and creator of your own universe, or a mere speck of sand in someone else’s?
May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.