Imagine That

How can I describe the air that surrounds us

I try—

but there are no words.

Only a presence.

Air that holds gravity.

Not separate from me,

a part of me,

my breath.

When I step outside, it comforts me,

as if God made a blanket out of air

and placed it gently over everything.

And when I think about it this way,

I realize—

this is only how the air makes me feel.

Imagine so many ways to see creation

What if we are not awake enough

to see what is in front of us.

To wonder.

Yes, I know I can be extreme

when I ask you to imagine

being inside of a raindrop—

but that is exactly the kind of

wonder that I mean.

Are we losing this

essential part of creativity.

So many reality games,

so many devices.

Helpful, yes.

Needed, now.

But are they replacing

what I will never forget.

Night skies.

Lying flat on cool grass.

Staring into darkness

until the stars became magical.

I would get lost.

I hope humanity does not leave behind

creative play with themselves.

I hope we do not let screens

occupy every empty space

where imagination once lived.

So sad—

so few see it coming.