The imaginary line

I draw an
imaginary
fragile
wavering
and sometimes
obscure
line
between
reality
and
reality

It divides my everyday
separates the important from
the inconsequential
Keeps the pointless and unpleasant
away from the
inner sanctuary

At times it’s tough
and the days
wear
me
down
with
jackhammer-like
stubbornness

At times I lose track
of the many realities that
ricochet haphazard among the multiple
mirrors and prisms of perception

That’s when I remind myself
that there lies
beyond the imaginary line
a space of peace
a place of solace



- 27 March 2008