Thursday, December 20, 2012

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.

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