We are All Fiction

We are jealous of our lives, our desires,

and accomplishments, always gilding and beautifying

our performance, in order to become well seen,

well referenced, in our journey through this world.

Being careful, we act to reserve at least one page

in the book to be written of the history

of the time we have lived.

We strive, we sacrifice, to set the tone

of a certain and plausible reality, that could impact

on some we choose to love, among those

in the inevitable transmutations of our daily lives.

Let us be aware, however, that our world

in truth is not as real as it appears.

We have been, each one of us, acting our fiction,

that we have chosen since we became a being.

As one philosopher once wrote, this world

nothing more has been but our Creator’s dream,

where He sowed us as His creatures, whom,

in truth, has never ceased to love.

Let us strive, who knows, with a superhuman force,

to rise beyond the dream, arriving, at least

a little closer to one Reality, which we dare to perceive,

but never able to grasp with our own hands.

Published in West Ward Quarterly, Winter 2024

Published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, March 10 2024

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