I can imagine that serenity is sent to send me to a region
where my origin is unimportant,
where peace and tranquillity are not solely the currency
of Buddhists,

I can imagine that
but not often,
everything crowds in on me and silence
becomes a luxury which is usually, out of stock.

and it seems obvious that the unattainable is not available
but a part of imagining is reaching out and touching on
the stars.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.