to study
only one insect—
a lone, discrete bee, say—
instead of a swarm?
Why, then, are we taught
even as children
not to imagine ourselves
as superheros or jets
but instead, as the men and women
who design, draw,
and build them?
Today, when I looked
from a second story window,
I didn't think
of the boundaries
of The Possible;
I thought of its rhetoric
and the physics of flight.
It's ironic: all this talk
of frontiers
and horizons
keeping nonconformists
stupefied—
stuck on the fence,
with the vastest
extents of their
ungovernable spirits
now the province
of someone else's
educated guess.
