A Poem a Day (194): Counting unicorns

Counting unicorns

My imagination runs riot

And I see purple in grey,

Faces in the bark of trees

As clouds form creatures

Floating in a silken mist.

I draw lines across the sky,

Dance with spiky hedgehogs

And dine with unicorns

Until the seas run dry,

But precious little changes.

We take turns in praying

And yet we don’t believe.

Can you hear what he says?

Do the numbers tally?

They change their tune daily.

The man in a suit waters tears

As his mouth dribbles pounds.

He bullies a clear plastic bubble.

Things cost far too much today

And no one wants to pay.

I hear people dying in thousands

But the government rambles on.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 30, 2020