Thursday, December 20, 2012
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.