Imagination

Somehow, in this pile of stone I see 

Some creature, rising, clawing his way out 

From beneath the burdens that he carries, 

Or perhaps a runner, crouched and ready 

For a race he may not win… 

Imagination’s wonderful; our astonishing ability 

To project onto our surroundings 

The emotions of the moment 

 Or whatever story we’ve just seen or read 

 That occupies head space — 

 Which is why we tend to edit 

What we watch and what we read, 

To protect ourselves from feelings 

 We’d prefer not to unearth…