A dozen here, a dozen there
\nunimaginables.
\nA hundred flying overhead.
\nThe garden’s caravan of flowers.
\nThe child’s breathing
\nthe cold mist of cold.
\nThe artistry of webs
\nand light woven in them.
\nThe opals of unimaginable tears
\ntrickling from the eyes
\nof unimaginable destiny,
\nand the unimaginable
\nthat found its way
\nthrough the locks
\nI put upon my heart,
\nand opened it
\nto the gentleness
\nof an unimaginable force
\ncalled love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A dozen here, a dozen there unimaginables. A hundred flying overhead. The garden’s caravan of flowers. The child’s breathing the cold mist of cold. The…<\/p>\n