Imagine A Man

Let’s say he’s standing

on the blade

of an iron sword suspended

over a vast chasm -- at the bottom

wait jagged shards. The man

wears headphones and listens

to a recording of voices

that whisper to him, tell him

he commands a great army. But

perhaps that is too dramatic. What if,

instead he was covered

with something as simple

as a gray wool blanket.

Imagine, we walk around, each of us,

covered by these blankets.

We grumble how the dust makes it

tough to breath, and

we fantasize

about bigger eyeholes. Or

what if we just

sit here,

drink coffee on that bench

under the apple tree,

feel the mist rising

as leaves fall around us.