Looking Up

I see the sky as one more reaching past the isolation of myself past imprisonment, the status quo, and then I know I am complicit in my own sequestering-- that the horizon borders only dreams postponed by fear, by my own reticence. Push it back! Break free! For I can choose among those images that crowd my consciousness. I can stretch this isolated dungeon I have built-- have no need of its security, for skies like this extend themselves with every step I take; these walls of penal stone will crumble, fall away with every touch, and dreams anew may rise to celebrate. Look up! That azure ceiling's just a light turned in to hide the stars a little while, to chide me with a temporal beauty while the sun keeps watch, and promising the moon--if I succomb. I shall see, for there is opportunity upon the stair and freedom also, respite from the climb, but temporal. My sight is just beyond... the year quite short on endings: Stay with me and watch the midnight disappear. ~