Ladies' Dialogue: The Realist

Only what exists
I step on, look at, feel, and touch:
the rain that
wets us,
the dogs that
sniff us,
and the hurried
passersby.
I detest the
lies of unreality.
I accept without
protest the tyranny
of all that exists.
I only love what is possible
and I rebel
against the spell
of illusions.
Poor friends,
you are afraid
of life and that's why you hide among
the shrews of fantasy.
I know how to live