Reality

• Tegan Anderson, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

It is real but it is not.
It has, but it has not.
It is here, and it is there, but it is also nowhere.
It is straight but with a bend,
It has no beginning to its end.
It opens up and does not close; it hangs and droops and flies and flows.
It is light and dark and dim.
It has no voice but it can sing.
It can hit and kick and scream,
Yet by some cannot be seen.
It is big and also small, short
then stretched till it is tall.
It is stiff in a flexible way,but not throughout the night or day.
It is twisted and warped different,
by each mind till thought sufficient.
It is both disease and cure, so in the end we must endure.