Fistful

Gulping the morning ozone, mind is rejuvenating Feeling much juvenile, I start to explore With my right hand lengthily extending I'm soaring, my intellect surging over To carry the whole earth in my fist Brain and heart conspire to venture Beyond this ocean, there, horizon untouched yet Aspiring to touch it, zooms on My longer hand more extended upon Touches the horizon; travels round the earth Ends at my feet with fistful earth More excited travelling in all directions Longer hand tries much to its expectations To carry the planet in its fist Only in vain unaware of its folly yet Fatigued extremely the hand resumes its size My brain and heart blaming each other Think upon their failure to realise The virtuoso's knowledge is only fistful