“Dream,” he said.
“Dream of the life
and
work
you know is in you.”
“I do” I replied.
“I do
and
when the picture starts
to become clear,
I think of
the money,
the time,
the expertise
needed
as
chain linked, barb-wired topped
fences
keeping it all out of reach.
And I cannot imagine the first step.”
“Ah” he smiles.
“Perhaps the first step
is to buy some wire cutters!”
Then, I realized.
The fence,
like the dream,
was my creation.
The only thing
really standing between
me
and
moving forward
was my own
mind.
My own mind,
thinking
the dream had to be completely
realized,
bought and paid for,
before I could take
a first step.
Excuse me
while I go buy some
industrial wire cutters.