Every
wardrobe opens onto Narnia. A little sneeze past the mothballs; a little
toe-stubbed stumble over the forgotten rollerskates ... a step ... into
that other world. It does not need to be imagined alive by us; it is
always there, just there. We must imagine ourselves alive enough to
perceive of it.
with eyes
like fine bone china buried
in the sands of a smugglers' cove
sailboat souls are we both for
whom navigating is a bore and a chore
so we fell off the edge of the world.
