Limits/The Summer Flower
by bryce
Fantasies have always come natural to me.
Flights of visions, anticipations of new seasons,
New reasons to enjoy terra firma; they’ve long been companions –
Yet, lately… lately my previous expansions have been absent,
Replaced by deeper realizations,
Concrete observations of status, experiences of the here and now —
Bounded by physics and psyche and society and existence.
Lately, I’ve been feeling my limits.
In need of expanse, I wandered to a nearby field,
Not uncommon for me, although it’d been years,
And chanced across an especially beautiful flower,
I’d seen it before, in this very same field during a previous reverie;
I stopped to examine closer.
Exquisite lines, brilliant in color, I mustered a tired smile,
For while a younger me might rush to pluck its delicate roots
And covet its lustrous petals, I was pleased to enjoy such beauty.