COMPASSING
limitless is a faraway place
way beyond the rock-strewn ridge named possibility
it’s over there
through a tangle-thick forest the old ones call maybe
it is a fortnight’s trudge through what could be
and at least as far as a strong man can chunk a stone
—straight as the crow flies
a hard tough row across the mind’s breadth
a frog’s hair from probably and head high from unreachable
you can’t get there from here
but you can get here from there
unfurl the map
aim the compass well
cause true north does lie
dead reckon instead on reality
find yourself there
J. Drew Lanham
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