In defense of imaginary worlds, I’ve
Sailed the seven seas and dreamt up
Places insinuated, but never nailed down
To a catalogue of flora and fauna, and I
Might even stomp my feet indignantly
If asked to produce photographic proof
That these places that I rely on in my heart
Of hearts, the what I have faith in for
Inspiration, actually shore up my loftiest
Dreams. Can I exist in a world as mere
Storyteller, an artist with reasoned
Planning? That is not what adventure is
About after all – to choose the real one,
Finally, and go to a promise that is not there.

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson

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