I live in a place
By Stephen W Emerick
I live in a place
Where Heaven and Earth ends
And Love begins.
And should you gain entry here
This is what you will find:
A shoreless shoreline
Like a trunkless tree.
A skyline with roots,
And vines that grow exponentially free.
Startling star lights –
Ancient stones that fly like kites.
A winding river
Deeper than the sky.
And towering mountains
That swim in your eyes.
And here there are languages
You have never heard before.
Where words become doors –
And dreams become floors.
And geese that slither,
And tiny mice that roar.
A place where everything is
Turned upside down.
Things you thought square
Become obtuse or round.
Cats bark like dogs
And parakeets howl like hounds.
Where students become teachers,
And custodians make Grand Rounds.
As villages slip into the sunset
And constellations become towns.
A place of rapt attention as
Raptors rest upon tendons.
And what once brought total confusion
Becomes the sun at dawns early night.
For this is the home of imagination,
Upon its virgin flight!