Out of Reach

The stars are just beyond the trees,
Drawing my awareness outward,
Holding it fast with their vast promise,
And yet they are out of reach
Just like my dreams;
Ever envisioned, never touched,
For this earth on which my feet are planted
Forces me to spin within its time,
Confines the imagination to smaller things,
Demands focus on what can be seen…
Like the cat brushing its soft, black fur
Lightly against my ankles bare,
Weaving rhythmically,
Begging attention without a sound…
So the finite world distracts me
From the contemplative awe
Of reaching possibilities infinite.