Limitations

A bird above the bridge in equal flight as the air, and my reason, flags
posing too as birds, and the sun as a bird.

And this, with just that,

just that with this
under it.

How does the curve of a pot fit in this world?

How does the movement from one point to another, a vine in the wind, water in a drain,

fit in our minds,

which are limited by the same things
that limit the earth,

and limit the bird,

and limit oxygen,
the periodic table of elements,
and the boundaries of a flame,
and limit history,
and Marie Antoinette’s beheading,
fission,
and the dinosaur walking the earth…

and, finally, limit my brain, to a view of this world
as a composition,

as it nods mindlessly, alone,

and extends to the
limited extend?