Unlimited
Means more than
We can imagine.
Earthlings envision
Amounts limited
To how much
Can be on or in
A small little
Blue, green, brown
Speck of cosmic
Dust floating
Around
In a vast Universe
That rarely
Enters their
Daily frame
Of reference,
Save
A few astronomers,
And sci-fi fans.
Can you feel
The edges of
An imagined wall
That just touched
Some awareness
At the edges
Of your interior
Tardis?
IF there were
Unlimited resources
What would you
Do with them?
What would
Tickle you a color pink
That has yet to be named
Or discovered?
What would America
Look, feel, sound,
Act like,
If We could be
Proud once again
To BE Americans
And look the rest
Of the world
In the eye
Like a loving family
We had returned to
Like a prodigal
Child?
Dream about
The limitless
With me,
To me,
About not just
A life
Without limits
But a family,
A town or city,
A state,
Our Nation,
Our Planet…
So that when
Aliens openly
Drop down
Out of the sky
We can say,
We are Earthlings,
And not bickering
Children…
I dream of
Us as Unlimited
In what we are capable
Of if we used
Our collective
imaginations
to dare
to dream
and make,
Like Walt Disney,
Earth
Our Wonderland.
