Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch In college, I grew antsy during my husband’s orchestral performances. I watched the conductor perform, but preferred those mediums in which my eyes found a place to rest. With a substandard back and longer than usual legs, I found most theater chairs,
“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.” ― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream I am inviting you to a thought experiment. The poet sees beyond the surface. You may see below a collection of plants or a bunch of hydrogen and oxygen molecules creatively organized.