[ “We poets of the proud old lineage
who sing to find your hearts, we know not why..”
James Elroy Flecker. The Golden Journey To Samarkand.”]

When found, they are free
to follow their imaginations, gladly,
wherever they may lead:
into another personhood
which is more satisfying than now:
perhaps designing a garden, or making an idealist`s vow,
or something more physical, like a splashing sailor
on the oceans far,
or something more fanciful, with a different body,
like a butterfly, or a flower, or a tree.
They dream of liberation,
and further off, obscurely, a destination.

Reg Naulty.