HORIZONS
A free range stretched before us.
A vastness to the land and sky
made us breath deeper,
as though we could take in
every cubic measurement
of air and moisture, nourishment
to our courage and efforts.
Some fields lay fallow: our
choices would cultivate them.
Other fields bore generous
harvests: we could lay a path
and take our fill for our
storehouses of possibilities.
That was then: we now have
as much stretching behind us
as we have before us – maybe
more that we’ve passed through
than what we have yet to pass.
Fields are overgrown.
Intersections surprise us;
from the middle of the acreage,
we can’t see round the bend.
It is a continuous sea
of one
single
crop.
Is this our lot?
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