The Belted Goose

Soared over the sunrise
Like a symphonic swell
Scored for a thrilling scene
In an uplifting film,

Like a vivid landscape
Photograph reprinted
And framed in a motel
Or glowing on a screen.

You saw it. You saw it
Just now as it never
Was, through soaring figments
Of your own life that was.

You’re a visionary,
And sure the vision’s false,
But isn’t that the point,
To see what never was?