Scattershot

I walk a path of in-betweens;
Of not-quites
and almosts--
Scattershot potential
spread before me
In infinite array.

But I am filled
nonetheless,
nevertheless--
Never less,
perhaps--
or not quite--
but certainly not less:
I am filled
with wonder.

Filled enough,
so that even on this narrow path
of scattershot possibility,
bordered by almost
and limned in not-quite,
I lift my eyes
Up--
Raised,
like mountains or breath,
In a limitless ascent.

Shaded by infinity,
Yet lit by sun and moon;
Feet sure
on this twisted path of
Potential,
I lift my eyes
Up,
And I am raised -
Like mountains or breath,
And I dance--
Forever dance
In the palm of God's hand.