Adam Kibbe

Reflections in†night’s window block my view.

They were there by day, just invisible.

What is outside is still there, just not seen.

Such balance

shapes what is available to us.

And what I see through this window (when I can see)

is not all there is,

but it shapes my perception

as the frame of a camera describes a worldview.

“Careers are limiting” said Michael,

and of course he’s right —

in that we will do what we will do

and no more.

But the things we do

expose us to what we come to know.

Were our actions other, we’d be too.

Is there always more to more?

Are there not paths that

in leading inwards,

expand?

To know something well from one perspective

can be limiting.

But to know that point of view at all

is a gift.

To know knowledge, however thorough, deep and vast, to be finite,

is to come to a field

rich with life.

All the blossoms of that field are beyond one’s picking.

And to find one’s limitations,

measured against†such multitude,

may be daunting.

May be liberating.

But we are pickers,

and we†walk this field.

One is as fair as another.

I am inside this window.

What is outside is outside.

Tomorrow will come,

and tonight’s separation will have no relevance,

save for these reflections on a reflection.