thoughts of dawn
i.
it hurts to hunger,
to think that there lies
more beyond the dirt.
that tired arms can row
large boats into new worlds.
ii.
i told my friend (in tears):
it hurts to dream
and it does, it hurts to
feel the darkness of the world
as i feel my way to the end,
my fingers tracing the folds in the fabric,
not knowing what lies at the hem.
iii.
yet there is no euphoria like wondering
colors which might not exist,
vibrant and enlightening.
iv.
possibility is a mathematical concept,
the idea that what could and couldn’t,
is and isn’t all live in the same, jagged universe.
you and i -- we dive into it.