Horizon

There.

In the direction I'm pointing...

that's my horizon.

Can you see it?
Probably not.

There is no way you can see
what I can see,
or for me to see what you just saw...
but I wish it were possible.

Genie!
My three wishes are
foresight, hindsight and insight...
in any order.

Well, that's my horizon,
and I pretty much can't see anything beyond it,
so that's my border.

It reminds me of an invisible boundary,
that I've never really  tried to touch.

Have you ever wondered if the setting sun is noisy?
I'd expect it so,
with it's sinking slowly over the horizon,
into the sea, I assume.
I'd also expect a lot of steam.
As a kid,
that's where I thought clouds came from.


On the one side of my horizon
I can see a setting sun,
and on it's opposite I know that it will rise again,
while all around
the waves keep lapping and the clouds form and dissolve,
endlessly.

But I know for a fact
that the higher I go,
the further my horizon keeps extending,
and farther I can see,
and my invisible boundary will stretch out, unfold and widen,
endlessly.

Then maybe see what I've never seen before,
and if I could make sense of it,
maybe know,
what I've never known.

So the ideal place to be,
for you and me would be,
on the top of the world isn't it?

I don't know about you,
but I'd frankly miss the waves lapping at my feet.