No Fine Lines

And there are no fine lines

Or there are more than I can draw

Cut across some here and there

Between each after and before

Tying everything together

So I can't think it anymore

And so it means too much

Please let the possible be still

Let it settle in this place

Along the valley and the hill

To the sea between what maybe

And what won't be and what will

Where do we start?

When do our friends come over?

What matters now though

Is can you reach the windowsill?