Possibilities / by Jonathan Biddle

I'm far from the summer nights

Where the light lingers on and

Everything seems possible,

Full of light.

 

The impossibilities of life

Crash in like the tide.

 

And I--

I'm stuck in the sunbeams of dreams

While walking in the darkness

Of wonder. 

 

The path has narrowed

By chance

By choice

And all I have is here.

 

Now is the needlepoint of possibilities

Determined by the past.

 

But the world goes ever deeper

The smaller it gets. 

Smallness betrays a perspective on the infinite. 

 

This is a life

Where

Limitations are the bedrock of possibility.

 

As the sun rises

It sets elsewhere.

On and on