"Every time you go to sleep, you're going to hear a Who."
What if Horton hears a who is real,and we live on a speck of dustcompletely at the mercy of fickle windy gusts?
Who is to say what reality is?For nothing stays the sameonce you close your eyes and dream,and someone calls your name.
"Hello in there," it says to you."Is anybody home?"What would you do if that voice cried out,"I'm in here all alone."
Here is here and there is therebut where is somewhere else?Where could you go, what could you doif that voice asked you for help?
What if you open both your eyes?Perhaps the dream will end.But then again, I could be wrong,and you'll dream it all again.
Dimensions upon timelinesmay compress you into stringsand fling you far beyond your speckto Saturn's glowing rings.
For therein lies the answer,one you always knew.Every time you go to sleep,you're going to hear a Who.
©ElizaBeth Hill 2023Previously published on Medium.com 2023