you never really know who’ll sail your way.
in the sea, the fish have learned to fly,
on a moonlit night on wings of silver,
as the enchanted stars sail serenely by.
do they know where do unicorns go?
where winged horses fly?…
~Jimmy Webb, “In the Sea,” Das Letzte Einhorn, 1982
huron river, ann arbor, michigan, usa – summer 2018
art credit: the unicorn is reading, by steph terao,
based on the hunting of the unicorn, a medieval tapestry
“stars were golden unicorns neighing unheard through blue meadows.”
-william faulkner, soldiers’ pay
and in a tiny shop,
filled with delicate treats
ice cream, cookies, cakes, and sweets
who better to sell these lovely delights
than a shining unicorn-
so brave and full of light?
“there are wild elephants in the country,
and numerous unicorns which are nearly as big,..”
my poem is dedicated
to my very young grandie, v,
who is an amazing artist
with a boundless imagination.
may you always have
magical unicorns in your life.
yes, it’s true,
there was a moment this week
when i realized
having a real text conversation
with my adult daughter
about who won the unicorn horn
(i think i did)
wondering where it was.
image credit: amazon.com