Poem #64 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction
did you see that
no
how could you
did you see
that one there then
no
you could not
it isn’t fair
to ask you
it isn’t right
how could you
see that
when it wasn’t there
or over there
it wasn’t
behind you
until I thought it
so
© Frank Prem 2017
Bachelard and me Poem #65: I on solid ground