Mermaids
The sheer number:
half the world
adrift in a storm,
a tornado of thoughts,
most of which
they will not remember.
In my right mind
I know mermaids are not real
but at night…
anything goes.
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I enjoy the wild whimsy of this poem! Night is free from logical rules; maybe mermaids swim through seas of twilight. Thank you for gifting us the magic of wonder!
I love this.
I like how you capture the swirl of irrationality that one can fe, see, hear.,,at night! And, mermaids is the frosting on the cake!