Limitless.

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