A Sighting

Unicorns don't breed 

Like horses, goats or donkeys 

A dozen a day 

Whenever the world needs one 

One appears ex nihilo 

The horn absorbs pain 

The pain of the world, children 

It's a mystery 

Only when you look at it 

It has no other purpose 

Cloven hooves, bearded 

A white without a spectrum 

Sui generis 

Seemingly disconnected 

Though, like everything, stardust 

In one eye, the past 

In the other, the future 

Perspicacity 

Time will stop in the present 

To let a unicorn move 

Reflections in pools 

Difficult to see itself 

The fish make ripples 

All things gather round to stare 

Good, now look at each other 

What does the world need--

Another horse, goat, donkey? 

A monoceros? 

Uniqueness held in common 

An infinity of horns