The Edges of Reality
Rub your eyes
and check to see
something
edging your sense
of reality
Whether you follow Henry Hall & His Orchestra
along to the teddy bear’s picnic
or
trundle through the woods
on the way to your grandma,
when, instead of a wolf
you encounter a thriller-writer
telling you about villainous acts
described in detail
-which their book decidedly lacks-
letting you remember
that Erin Brokovich
was painted a phantast by PG&E, the company
poisoning her town, but
turned out to be a visionary.
The enchantment of the fantastical
weaves its way for the extra-terrestrial,
quests, and the supernatural
creatures
of whom we can never be sure
-they might meet us-.
The possible permeating of the Norm
blurs
the grown-up, disenchanted
reality or dream
of the fulfilment of a fantasy.
Fantasies may shape-shift,
drift to you in a dream,
trip you up with a medically induced hallucinogenic,
or be sussed out in intimacy.
Whatever its form
or resting place,
who knows the true reality
of what you might face?
Design by Giulia Cristofoli
