Illusion

So much imaginary – like ghosts in space Yet real, alive, distinct mind provoking Much of what we hear and see is an illusion Or a transient dream Distortion hammered into our senses Look at the ocean waves - to the horizon Peak from high mountaintop Below, a foreboding, splendid landscape Is the bird’s song real? Or even the moan and ecstatic body movement of a lover Hear the rumble of thunder The awe of the crashing, vibrating lightning See the gigantic contours of gray dark monster clouds Or witness actors on the stage Transform into new bodies and characters Or create a replica of life so real All our sense are bombarded constantly Unknown waves pass through our bodies All in an instant illusion of time We don’t even shake, rattle and roll! How quickly life passes by We wonder who we are? How we fit in? We are small mobile creatures on two legs, foraging We use an odd mixture of phonemes and syllables To communicate and often to miscommunicate Only at the cry of the baby’s birth The crash of the car accident Or parting with a dear friend Only then - Reality dissolves our illusion