Perspective Lines

I spent my youth on horseback,

Chasing the distant horizon line,

Where fence posts and barbed wire

Touched down in a world beyond mine.

I chased power poles in the city,

Where the wires met the street,

Never realizing until my middle years,

The world is round, we’ll never meet.

Older now, I live on the ocean;

No longer focusing on sunsets,

I’ve learned those waves coming towards me,

Are life, and as good as it gets.