Here is a short poem I wrote last year, called "Imagine:"
Could you imagine
Life becoming
A plain in Nebraska
Not fighting for space –
Give me time –
The crowd too much
I could rise up
Let dreams
Give me back
To finding
That words let this and that
Just be.
On a recent sunny afternoon, my neighbor swore she saw the ghost of my dead cat sitting in my driveway. I donít believe in ghosts, feline or otherwise. But donít you love when something happens to make the Twilight Zone music play in your head and you ask yourself, ìWhat if?î
Maybe youíve wondered ìwhat ifî about Stonehenge, time travel, or Area 51. How about the Easter Island statues, telepathic communication, or long lost pirate treasures?
Hereís my personal favorite: getting up in the middle of the night to find my computer screen lit up. Is it a coincidence that one of my cats sits nearby, looking guilty?
Thatís what I love so much about books. For as long as you linger between their pages, you can teeter on the edge of infinite possibility. Ghosts are real, cats watch YouTube videos when weíre not around, and aliens live among us.
All you have to do is fire up your imagination and keep turning the pages!
