NO BOUNDARIES

I possess neither wings

nor the magician’s mischief

but, believe me, I can fly

and I can also be a landscape

of mirrors that name whatever moves

or has pretensions to be alive

On the wingspan of my desire

easy as the approach of any day

you can clearly remember

I can fly to any place

or moment fertile with memory

or create fresh ones without a single boundary

though our lives remain so pathetically prosaic

With informed hope

and resolve we must know

how to move forward to a landscape

where our dreams cannot be turned into nightmare

where our dreams are always in sight

where we must again

redden the blackest folds

of our memory and intent