"The only war that matter is the war against the imagination," Diane di Prima is often quoted as having written that. Close.

What she wrote was, "THE ONLY WAR THAT MATTERS IS THE WAR AGAINST THE IMAGINATION."

She wrote in many times, always all caps, in the poem in question.

What could happen. What might happen. What might happen right now next.

What's the background music of possibilities that accompanies the rhythm of our steps.

What are we afraid of? What are we hoping for?

A friend of mine who worked in education reform said one reason it's hard to create good schools is that most parents have no idea what a truly good school would be like, never having been to one.