Imagine All The People

Imagine being unable to imagine
another side.

What would you be?

A hill so steep you'd throw your thoughts against it?

Segregated schools?
A decider who never had to fight?

Without advance imagination
the people perish.

Would you be a grandmother who keeps hands warm
no matter where they're from?

Or would you be a moth-like hat
on the head of a singer
lifting her higher and higher?

Would you be a newspaper soldier, easy to burn?
Would you choose to be something you can never
change?

Or would you hold up your arms
during the metamorphosis?

Fanny Howe