I too would send a postcard
I may even post one to myself
Simply to confirm
How I felt in that moment
But first to buy a pack of postcards
From an online store, preferably one
Without any credentials
To understand my understanding
And, to be honest
How could I hope to explain
Something which was imaginary
Alive only in my own imagination
Yet, as I look out of the window
How might I know
Of how the breeze feels to the leaf
Or the raindrop to the window pane
I have, or so it seems to me
A need; both for the writing
As well as for the fantasy
They both keep my life on the go
Such that one day I will look back
On this quiet Friday morning
When my thoughts sprang
From a place I once had known
