At times, my life is an exploding star
bright chunks of me hurled vividly
an expanding sphere of trajectories.
Poignant energy as freedom bursts
constricting bounds. Expansion
overcomes constraint: the astringency
of old age, withering on my vine
I extend all in fear of waning
as dandelion seeds float in wind or
a profusion of wild flowers as Spring
turns to Summer or confounded by
jettisoned security to pursue
the open sea in soaring imagination
seemingly without a buoyant hope
bordered on another boundary.
Maybe a break through nears
as negative forces also mount to hold
me back. Growth is constrained
to the degree that we permit
the difficulty of the journey to stall
our progress or discourage us but
you cannot pull me back now that
I have seen emblazoned zones, infinite
frontiers, I ever stand at zero.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
January 18, 2009