Just as, when walking with my dogs around
Our neighborhood, I carry close at hand
A camera to capture what I’ve found
That takes my eye and makes my sight expand;
Likewise, each morning before dawn I sit
To scan my mindscape for those latent scenes
That memory harbors in its darksome pit
And rapt, relaxed attention picks and gleans.
The difference, though, lies in each vision’s scope,
The optical or visionary range,
Since one is bound by physics, one by trope;
One factual, the other rich and strange
Because imagination’s further reach
Transcends what mere reality can teach.