Finiteness

To the limits in the light of
a reading lamp, to the fields of
enshrouded things, to the reflection
of faces unshown, to the relieved
illusion of being excited, to the twisted 
words of a child playing, to the shock
of unfulfilled wishes, to the ultimate courage 
of stunts never shown, to the poignant
longing of the poet for the pain of vulnerable
submission to her mild look, to the melancholy
of lead shoes for the garden, to the silly
of never before, to the start of a braid, to ground colors,
I had the end but I brought it back.