STEVEN W. BAKER

STEVEN BAKER

OF ALL THAT IS SEEN AND UNSEEN

Well...maybe not ALL!

But I have written about much of the "seen"

So even though Sam Johnson

Might assert that the other does not exist

I often feel compelled to try to find it.

When I visit a Montana ghost town

I'm not thinking of ghosts

I'm imagining the place full of people

Noisy and happy and living their lives

Gone except there for me.

Scientists seem surprised that we dream

Stories spun of memories and fantasy

Yet I'm more amazed that dreams waking end

That the creation of all the reels and reels

Stops the moment our eyes curtain open.

But maybe the dreams always flow

Perhaps there is some part of our minds

Where the invention continues as ever

Only overwhelmed or overlayed

By the less subtle movies of "reality".

Let us not forget that brightest day

Is simply night with the addition of light

Isn't the darkness really with us still?

Held in abeyance just out of sight

Undercover not removed from existence.

If you have ever altered your consciousness

Perhaps you have observed how things

Can flow and weave into each other

Not held separate by our unwavering attention

Is everything chaos or rigidity or something between?

Then there are those of whom I think

First among them those whom I love

Who are not with me by death or by choice

Or by those circumstances that control

The destiny of who might be and where.

Still, they abide with me wherever I go

Though they remain invisible to observers

The ones I feel the most are often the ones

Most impossibly lost

Who can never truly stand with me again.

And though some resist its mention

What of the unseen mind of God?

Perhaps it is no less real than all the unseen

Past and dreams and forces and spirits around us

Awaiting discovery by those who are of the seen.

©2015 Steven W. Baker