Possible!
(For Nicholas)
By one of my favorite poets
Inside his cage, my dream child has the key,
his hand clutched tight to possibility,
his mind alive with what he doesn’t see.
He needn’t search for locks, already free! Beneath, I tug his feet down, trying hard
to give him solids, ground him. I stand guard
in fear of shatterings, of heart in shards,
of weightless soul that rises to be scarred. If he can reach, although the reach is frail,
can hope, while hoping is of no avail,
launch faith, a kiteless string, to watch it sail…
Mere air will not prevent him, he can’t fail. Impossible! But if I have the chance
I will grow lambent in his luminance.
his hand clutched tight to possibility,
his mind alive with what he doesn’t see.
He needn’t search for locks, already free! Beneath, I tug his feet down, trying hard
to give him solids, ground him. I stand guard
in fear of shatterings, of heart in shards,
of weightless soul that rises to be scarred. If he can reach, although the reach is frail,
can hope, while hoping is of no avail,
launch faith, a kiteless string, to watch it sail…
Mere air will not prevent him, he can’t fail. Impossible! But if I have the chance
I will grow lambent in his luminance.
Carla Conley
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