Tuesday, March 4, 2014


             Of ghosts and spirits, angels, demons, I
             Am no believer—that’s all fantasy,
             Pie-in-the-sky I’m not inclined to buy:
             However hard, I’ll take reality.

             What science says is so, that I’ll believe,
             Well tested by its methods to be true.
             While others to old folderol may cleave,
             It’s only fact to which belief is due.

             But then, imagination may escape
             From the assaults of sad realities,
             Allowing our deft fancies to reshape
             What is into new possibilities.

                  Since even what is so is malleable,
                  The power of fantasy may not be null.