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