Potentially Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

Standing here helplessly looking at what i breathe
Two arms stretched out like breaking elastic
Reaching out for something beyond the curve of the earth
The power is within my palms, waiting potentially

My two legs dominate the ground like parched sand
They are strong like the branch of a red wood tree
The ground below is tired of holding my still mass
The Power is within my feet, waiting potentially

Willpower serves as my very wings, almost angelic
Imagination is like space itself, yes limitless
My eyes capture the land like an expensive camera
The power is within my mind, waiting potentially

The air around is peaceful like a dormant sea
I sit down on my own footprints and stare
Yes stare into the vastness of an endless surrounding
The power is mine, the power is the blood in my veins
Waiting Potentially!