I’m fenced in here
but soaring out there low,
under the ready radar of all we know,
running a dream across the horizon of limitations,
right there on the edge of what is seen
and not seen,
begging billows and flashes of light,
a song of possibility tearing across night sky,
splitting rhyme and reason with that jagged bolt,
love’s fiercest flashing season…
on the edge, beyond the limit, past the now and near.
J. Ruth Kelly 
How very like the energy in the sky, JRuth. “running a dream across the horizon” moves me into the moment. Beautiful!
i think that’s my favorite line. i appreciate nature’s soulful infusion of motivation… (and yours :0)
If I thought I could hold these words in my head, I’d commit this poem to memory. Perhaps I’ll exercise my remembering muscles and see if I can do it. Thank you for all the beauty you let loose in this poem.
Nancy
thank you, nancy, for such affirming responsiveness here … nature’s inspiration is sometimes the best, isn’t it?