NO BOUNDARIES

I possess neither wings
nor the magician’s mischief
but, believe me, I can fly
and I can also be a landscape
of mirrors that name whatever moves
or has pretensions to be alive

On the wingspan of my desire
easy as the approach of any day
you can clearly remember
I can fly to any place
or moment fertile with memory
or create fresh ones without a single boundary
though our lives remain so pathetically prosaic

With informed hope
and resolve we must know
how to move forward to a landscape
where our dreams cannot be turned into nightmare
where our dreams are always in sight
where we must again
redden the blackest folds
of our memory and intent

Keorapetse Kgositsile