Summoning the Possible
David Folks Walker
Such things I seldom talk about
This gulf gets deep and wide
I’m lost in smoke, invisible,
And that’s no place to hide.
You know my heart—improbably—
I’m reaching, always trying.
A flower blooms in the desert air
The stars are mine and Thine.
The stars are mine and Thine.
Summoning the Possible
Please see me