Places, Limitations Poem by Nathaniel A.Wallace

Little Daisy, espy:

This river starts somewhere
Goes somewhere – ends somewhere...
But of course: the river mouth
The mountain top

From my halo I can only imagine:
Fusing creeks, forming the river’s body
From melted snow on the mountain top;
Without it I can only imagine...

Downstream is easier conquest
Giving way to ocean
Flowing on a planet...
Nevermind; there is too much for me to see

Too far – too distant,
Split into two counterparts
Of quandary between extents
In a blue, ethereal sky

I know prisons and pinnacles
We make prisms and pyramids
But our world – a sphere
Is as of another dimension

Yet even here
In our little moment, diffident
Down to pure, definitive droplets
Is far too much for me to fathom.

You are not restrained
Limited by life, but free to survive
Grow over unbound time
Not held by an esprit consciousness

I need rooms to think on:
Next as next to now shows in
Life, reliably evolving
Back and forth with us, onward –

If I let you float away
Nobody knows if you will drift
To behold spaces admonished:
The river mouth, the mountain top; yet
Neither of us care.