and yes, since we can all dream <br />some other life – but do not, cannot, <br />dream its divergences, its accidents, <br />its departures and arrivals, <br /> <br />I dream some other life <br />rich in metaphor <br />so that nothing seen, but <br />draws into the mind its strange partner <br />far across the world: <br />food on a plate seen as <br />a battlefield; a chair as atoms; <br />a rainstorm as a marriage; <br />a fieldmouse as an empire; <br /> <br />and across years, the whole planet <br />drawn two by two into the arked mind <br />meeting its metaphoric partner and <br />questioning its own image of itself <br />living in strangeness <br /> <br />and in after years <br />a figure seen, in knee-high leather hunting boots <br />striding through city streets <br />seeing not a city but a world; <br />living words as if meeting strangers, <br />waking simultaneously in many heavens, <br />knowing the unknown into its own future words<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-other-poet-some-other-poetry/
