bring the picture

Some times I wish 
I could go anyplace 
I saw in mind. As
I concentrate - the 
beginning picture 
would start so clear,
just as I imagined it. 
Whole-cloth here, then
by fine detail it would 
uncoalesce, to slowly
converge upon some
there. Convergence upon 
reality: the closest real
place to whatever I'd 
made-up to find. 

So, not perfect fit. Just
whatever was real, what
I pictured would change 
to it in shift by degree 
and arc, in color and line,  
in shade and tone to clarity
fine 

I'd lose fantasy as reality
filled, defined, came in
by intent, aimed will.

Then once it hit snap-clarity
real, I could tell - and walk
through! And find 
how it feels.

I've perfected 
the basic technique
so far by picturing 
where I almost am, 
and find the direction 
in step by stride. 

As soon as I get there,
the picture's arrived.