Mind Set Go

I live in a land of possibility

where dreams spring forth like great avenues,

the ebb and flow of its oceans

rendering hope and serenity in each pulsation.

I live in a land of possibility

where loons sound the alarm

as eagles soar overhead,

and my hands toil rather than fret,

where eyes meet

and people greet,

the threads sewn in coats of many colors.

Possibility defies ignorance,

bigotry,

and furrows of planted seeds used as mini wedges.

Posibility, itself, never denies,

never pulls the wool over closed, blinded eyes.

As the oceans rise and the icebergs fade,

the land’s fragility shines and offers opportunity for

changing lanes and rerouting plans.

In the land of possibility we are all holding hands.

There is nary a thorn

or a book page torn,

the thought giving rise to inevitability.

King’s dream, yet unseen,

lives on in every borough.

Lips speak truths as eyes, open wide,

murmur in fluttering fashion.

I live in a sea of hope,

of gratitude and grace.

Grace, gracing every visible trace

of gravel and guillotine and mace.

Step into my world,

and I’ll hold your hand,

and you lead the way

to new paths untaken

and energies yet to awaken,

lilly pads yet to be shaken.

The land, inside me and inside you, exists,

a cornerstone ready for taking.

Nancy Marie Farley Rice