My brother, Gary Boston, is an amazing artist. This poem, posted yesterday on his blog, is a great representation of his work. Inspiring, triumphant, and fluid.


I could have climbed the highest
trudged up frozen mountains, relying
on hardened grit and determination-
I could have sailed the high seas-
adrift on those deep waters,
depending on courage and endurance-
we tend to say we could have, as if
we are already dead-
or as if we have no choice-
we tend to reference dreams as random
images that only occur when our
eyes are closed-
we tend to say no before we’ve even
considered yes-
our ship sinks before it ever tastes
the thrill of the wind-
I say that I could have explored the depths
of dense jungles and remote lands-
but I have explored the depths of my
own soul-
I’ve trekked the high hills and low valleys
of my mind-
and swam with the wayward memories within
my heart-
we could spend a lifetime staring
out of the window-
pondering how our lives could be-
wishing a life out of thin air-
and being disappointed when
our stunted efforts lead to mist and dust-
most never strap on the boots and
ascend those frozen rocks-
most never raise their sails high into
the unknown wind-
most never step foot into the thick tangle
of lost jungles-
and most fail to discover the uncharted
territory that lies beneath our skin-
and our desires slip away beneath
the regions that we’re unwilling to
those darkened corners that we’re afraid to
and we wonder-
we sit-
we wait-
we die-
having never known the true warmth of
the sun-
having never known the press of a true
I could have climbed the highest peaks,
but I still can-
until then, I find satisfaction knowing
that I’ve mastered the rapids of my own heart-
crossed the glades of my own soul-
and swam with the thoughts that linger
in my mind*