Poem by Vern Crawford, written in Summer, 2015
Only one reality is. It is “mine”.
It is part Inactual, part Actual.
The Inactual part includes you.
(Not your body, Silly! I mean your Mental Realm:
Your Heart and Mind, as these are known to me). . .
–I had wanted to write something
Profound in this poem,
Something that might change history,
Something that every living soul could use.
–But instead, an ant is tickling inside
My left pant leg, I can’t shake it out.
And persistent biting flies are
Loving my face way too much.
So: History and grand acclaim will simply have to wait. . .