Imagination’s Unable to Tell by Katie Gertz

I know there were always flowers by the back fence

Dandelions, bluebells, nightshade, in my childish reckoning, at least

I don’t know if anyone joined me in my weeding

I don’t know if memories of being chased along the entirety of those wooden posts

Are any more than dreams.

I know I built sand castles with friends whose names are no trouble to recall

But did I stand alone, a crow, in playground’s lofty nest?

Was my jungle gym ascent lonely as well?

Imagination’s unable to tell.