If our dreams are stars that we wish on, and the world our limited playground, then I’ve been thinking of late that perhaps the sky can be seen as symbolic of the infinite nature of our potential. There is no human alive who could touch every inch of the sky, even if they spent their whole life attempting to. There is something extraordinarily potent in that thought, I try to explain in this haiku.
One can always be,
Beyond what is beyond us,
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)