“What an imaginable sadness,”
her comment read.

She meant un-imaginable,
but the accidental omission
makes the sentence true.

There is hardly a limit
to what we can imagine.

If, for example, I described to you
in vivid detail, say,
a giant rainbow beetle—

its black marble eyes,
three sets of legs,
front set slightly serrated,

growing from a dome-shaped,
iridescent exoskeleton
(electric green, violet, & gold)
alight in the brilliant sun—

you could picture it, right?

It’s right there
in your mind’s eye.

But what would you see,
I wonder, if you allowed me
to describe for you
the shape of my sorrow,

its height &
impressive weight,
its texture, its many
changing colors.