Fantasies?

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Do I ever choose to live in
a fantasy world you asked and
I replied without a second’s
hesitation that I suppose
I must – aware of my feeling
that the sky seems to speak to me
by day and night of a wide arc
and of light and dark and colour

and vapour and warmth and ice and
art’s glad invitation to soar
to ever higher heights and leap
into untold depths of wondrous
encounter hitherto unknown –
yes I choose all of these and am
in this present stopped in my tracks:
are these choices mere fantasies?

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As though the ‘end product’ of the water cycle were not extraordinary provision enough to life on earth, its staggering beauty is a literally immeasurable gift. Think of every time you lie down and gaze upward at the sky; or sit near a window – reading or dozing but also aware of cloud formations; or look down from your airplane window at the ‘ice cream castles in the air’; or visit an art gallery, or call to mind any number of your favourite paintings or photographs. Water in motion, at any stage in the cycle, on earth or in the heavens, makes this beautiful planet of ours dynamically spectacular – every nanosecond, everywhere …