The Comfort of All I do not Know
I imagine things, of course.
And isn’t that creating?
Seeking what you’ve imagined,
maybe that’s what a lifetime’s for.
The inebriate hum of a bear in honey.
The scent of violets in outer space
Hands fluttering a silent song.
A green roar at midnight.
If no surprises ever come,
best lie down and die of boredom.
And if there are no questions,
why bother to arrive at all.
Who has never seen a flower?
How can they bear to go on?
What have you never thought of?
And what have you remembered now.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
“And what have you remembered now.”
I am remembering the dream I had of being attacked by a bear. In my own defense, I tore its face off and was immediately awakened by an intense rush of adrenaline, From that day forward, I have identified the Bear as my power totem. ~pf