An unknown road
Into unknown lands
For the spectrum of possibilities
I strike a balance
Between fear
And anticipation
Then lean heavily
On the latter
An unknown road
Into unknown lands
For the spectrum of possibilities
I strike a balance
Between fear
And anticipation
Then lean heavily
On the latter
Once was a time
The path seemed
Straight and narrow
Far as my eyes could see
Entered a doubt
A fear
Indecision
Possibility compounded
Upon improbability
Chaotic grid of no means forward
So stop
Reconsider
Unwind the improbable
Evaluate the possible
Quell the fear and doubt
Make a choice
Then another
Build upon choices
Until trust defines a path
Bloom burst
New life
Unfurls
I love the big guys
The established ones
Those who’ve changed the world
Become big through accomplishment
But age has changed my focus
To the little guys
With all their potential and possibility
The ones who’ll change this world to the next
Sundered fences
Leave me vulnerable
To intimacy
And possibility
So I shore them up
Defend against
Betrayals
And failure
Hoping all the while
Someone will breach them
Armed with no more
Than love and compassion
Confined egress
Narrow field of view
Yield to oncoming traffic
Move ahead
Nonetheless
Patience and tenacity
Against the grain
Of resistance
Light beyond
Illumines new roads
Suggests possibilities
The pickup passes
Flicking a long tail of dust
Which prairie winds
Spread like golden icing
Across a latent landscape
Under sunset sky
Farmland is always a realm
Of hope and promise
And possibility
While also of heartbreak
And tragedy and ruin
As is any venture reliant
On the whims of nature
A single storm defines
The outcome of an entire season
For good or ill
Is saviour or saboteur
Or, as here, in Empress
No storm comes at all
And the glory of a golden-hour transformation
Only masks the calamity of dust
Trapped
By choices
Inertia generated
Stop
Accept no legacy
From past choices
Reconnoiter
Reconsider
The trap releases
Choose
A new path
From the possibilities revealed