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


Limitations are the bedrock of possibility.


As the sun rises

It sets elsewhere.

On and on