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    • Stacey Robinson

      Blogger
    • January 20, 2014 in Bloggers

    Scattershot

    I walk a path of in-betweens;
    Of not-quites
    and almosts—
    Scattershot potential
    spread before me
    In infinite array.

    But I am filled
    nonetheless,
    nevertheless—
    Never less,
    perhaps,
    or not quite,
    but certainly not less—
    I am filled
    with wonder.

    Filled enough,
    so that even on this narrow path
    of scattered possibility,
    bordered by almost
    and limned in not-quite,
    I lift my eyes
    Up—
    Raised,
    like mountains or breath,
    A limitless ascent.

    Shaded by infinity,
    Yet lit by sun and moon;
    Feet sure
    on a twisted path of
    Potential,
    I lift my eyes
    Up,
    And I am raised—
    Like mountains or breath,
    And I dance—
    Forever dance
    in the palm of God’s hand.