Plain sense
The plain sense of things
the end of the imagination ?
I don’t think so— and certainly
not for a fallen leaf
We imagine all our lives
we envisage and plan and hope
and sometimes pray
and whether we gamble or not
we are always calculating odds
she loves me she loves me not
Stare out from the train
as it passes Deptford Green
where children still skateboard
within office hours
where the ornamental pond
is covered in thick green slime
the trees bare these winter days
and all the time I’m imagining
what will happen next
and where will it end
and I think of all those
I have loved and love still
and wonder what they’re about
imagining all the time so that
nothing inanimate or inert
will ever lay down the law
and condemn me to silence
Thoughts and feelings are
expressions sometimes
voiced sometimes not
and our world a construct
of collective consciousness
so fragile it could pass
in the blink of an eye
John Lyons