I am a frisbee
a boomerang
a stone bounced across the pond
I am the sand between my toes

bounded only by my imagination ,
my goals,
my sight my neurosis                
a slight handicap

when free to roam I seek
the highest tree climb
as high far up as i can
possibly be

my eyes cannot focus on all
the beauty
here from higher ground
they see peace and love
everywhere

I climb and seek companions
to tread the hill the high mansions
god has left for us together

they are abounded by imagination
empathy and feel
gated by greed lust and hate
you have to climb your
way over that

and there it is
I see it now
a small light burdened by our doubt
cresting ,
trying to that hill over there,

grasp hands hope, imagine everyone,
force can be used for good
if leveled is  the playing field.