If it was a thing
It’s funny if a unicorn was a thing.
A thing to touch
To feel;
It’s funny if a rainbow’s end
Was a treasure trove
To steal;
It’s funny if treasure was real;
Was there ever a pot of gold
For real?
It’s funny if people loved freely
As they do hate
For what is real;
I prefer rainbows, and fairy dust,
1-million-year old nymphs
Trapped in adolescence;
Where unicorns gleam,
Even in the midst of misty
Enchanted-ness;
Over, what is there to
Imagination’s lost?
To being sane,
Or is it better to be static,
Manic, hypo- or hyper-manic?
It’s funny if imagination is a thing
To eliminate my pain
For real.
Earl Yarington (LMSW) is a social worker and school bus driver. He taught literature and writing for nearly 20 years and spent 3 years working in forensic social work internships with offending populations, including work at Delaware Correctional facilities and the Federal Bureau of Prisons. He has a PhD in literature and criticism (feminism/women writers) from Indiana University of Pennsylvania, Master of Social Work from Louisiana State University, and an interdisciplinary Master of Liberal Arts from Arizona State University, where he studied the impact of visual image and girlhood in media/social media. He also has an MA and BS in English from SUNY College at Brockport. The opinions and analyses that Earl writes are his own and are not necessarily the positions or views of his employers, the agencies he supports, or that of his colleagues. Reach out with comments or questions.