when i am sad and i walk alone on a road leading to the sea <br />you advise me always to imagine <br /> <br />i follow it. And i imagine people in the market as trees. <br />the vendors who keep walking here and there are boats <br /> <br />the road is a big river and i do not wish to cross it for fear of drowning <br />but you keep on saying that to have courage i must imagine and imagine <br /> <br />so i imagine myself as an eel.long necked, a conger, and vibrant with <br />my electricity moving and sliding and swimming among the corals and weeds <br /> <br />and so i cross the street and you wave your hand with a thumbs up sign <br />and you meet me there with a hug and ask me how is it? and i say <br /> <br />oh well, i like it, and without your knowing, i imagine you as a port <br /> with a lighthouse, and then i have to go, since i still have to imagine, a home.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-advise-me-always-to-imagine/
