The Thing That Might Not Be
I looked at the thing. What was it? I had no idea.
Could I eat it? Probably not.
Could I touch it? That was anyone’s guess.
Could I lift it? There was no way to tell how heavy it would be.
Even describing it seemed impossible. I did not know which words to use.
Even my favourite ones seemed inadequate to the task.
I decided to leave it where it was. Maybe someone else would know what to do with it.
Maybe it would change someone else’s life.
But not mine.
Because I did not know what it was.