Consider the Possibilities

 

The empty cup,

A beggar's coinless hat—

Both echo with a kind of wealth.

 

In the room with no mirrors,

Dance the shadows

Of what could be.

 

Picture the barren tree,

It's branches

Cradles for the wind's children.

 

The clock without hands

Teaches the art

Of timeless expectation.

 

Look at the sky,

The ground,

The in-between—

 

All filled with the craft

Of what's to come,

If only you build it.

 

The zigzag of lightning

In a bottle,

The ripe void waiting to burst,

 

That's where we start:

With the quiet thunder

Of possibility.