horizon dreaming

am i thinking
only of realities
of the here and now
of what is
of what was
the constraints
the complaints
the colours of paints
because
it’s all i can see?

am i thinking
only of possibilities
of what-might-be’s
of flowers that
flatten cars
of what i might draw
from the arc of the stars
becauseit’s all i can see?

either way
i’m stuck
right here and
right then
congestion in the question
that keeps coming
again

when?

when will i change
short-circuit the fear
allow empathy n anger
to tip-toe so near
it leads to action?

but the connections
need mending
a thorough blending
of what is and
what might be
till a messy soup
sustains us
and we see
we are real and
we are possible