The wind carries our voices away
across bleak lands soaked with trails of our blood
flowing from wounds we can’t feel
through numbness setting in, the sheer will
to cross over the horizon
and glimpse what lives beyond it
Yet we never draw near to it
only watch it warp with the rise and fall of the sun and moon
casting long shadows over oblivion—
the gated wall between us and worlds of soft splendor
Photo by Dylan Thompson from Pexels
2 responses to “Draw Near the Horizon”
So appropriate: One day we’ll send an end to COVID. What will be on the other side?
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Not complacency, that’s for sure.