It is not imaginary

I do not imagine my soul
it is not imaginary. it’s as real as an acorn.
if you imagine my soul

think of an acorn imploding like a Big Bang
infinite stars vacuumed in
toward a colossal center
until

ultimate source pulses out
the sea and the froth and the mist
to no known boundary

a handful of runes
is the journey
of this acorn
whose shell
and modest hat will
not
contain
it.

– Deirdre LaPenna (© 2010)

Published by kind permission of the author.

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