Branches Of Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tired of sitting in bowls of life with everything
weighing upon little shoulders, pressing selves
into small round bottoms.

Wanting instead to be on a platter, easy ways out
beyond set boundaries.

Able to roam and see every circular horizon, limits
unbounded, open fields of imagination untold.

Galloping through circumstances, grabbing branches
of reality, snapping them to break open and spread
throughout the world.