That which is not,
but could be:
in the future, or
in a world as feasible as our own.
(perhaps more so?)
When is a possibility a reality?
It may not be a reality
unless - and until - it comes to be,
and, yet, might be a basis of reality,
decisions are made on assumptions
that a possibility
has high probability
of becoming reality.
I see kids playing
and feel the expanding field
and wonder when it starts to shrink,
When & why
does possibility die?
because it looks like
a huddled herd of elephants --
not only in its corpulence
but also with its rough, gray skin.
So rotund at its base
that it's hard to figure
how its slowly slimming upward taper
can come to twiggy ends,
and not be a mile tall.
The branches are overly muscular,
like a bodybuilder who got carried away,
moving from strong and vigorous
into the domain of science fiction mishap.
It has its own mythology --
multiple creation tales about
how its seed got from Madagascar
to the middle of India half a millennium ago:
tales of fakirs and royal envoys.
It's even been said that the Forty Thieves,
the ones who tormented Ali Baba,
used its hollow as their cache cave.
But it refuses to respond to "Open Sesame" --
so I guess we'll never know.
When monsoon rains soaked the soil,
that old tree toppled.
They cut it out of the roadway,
I went out to count its rings,
but found it not with hundreds of rings,
but hundreds of trunks --
many no more than twigs.
What a mighty tree
a pile of twigs pressed together
now it's gone.