To Dream of a Thousand Alternate Universes

A poem

Photo by Mindaugas Vitkus on Unsplash

My mind takes me
To other places
To the lands of could be
And of once upon a time

In my mind’s eye
I see what should have been
How it used to be
What I lost
What I miss

It is in this place
I must keep the lens clean
For it clouds my perception
Of what is real

What is here and now
In this tangible place
Must not be tainted
By my mind’s folly

Slowly my vision changes
So too does what I envision
And perhaps what was once imagined
Is now debris unworthy of salvage

The gilded mirror
I’ve past a thousand times
Now gives a hazy reflection
Of a shadowy presence

It is from here
That I navigate life’s photo collection
My memories
My events
My deeds