April 11, 2022
Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.
The Unbarred View
The coastal plain of my childhood stretches long and wide.
No hills to roll down, no mountains to climb.
I wondered about those places where brooks babbled and
rocky edges left barely room for a foothold.
But I learned to embrace the smooth unfettered landscape.
When the land lies flat, the grasses sway left to right,
nodding yes and no with nothing to hinder the view or wind.
The expanse comforts, reminding me how the heart swells
when you pull back the veil of fear and hesitation.
Oh, that all the world could live in such spaciousness.
Open, longing to stretch beyond the boundaries that
keep us closed, set apart.
Today, I will yield to the unbarred view.