Looking beyond the horizon, literally or metaphorically.


Vanishing Point

It's not the point that our cone of vision
points to the horizon as the highway's end,
but that the gradual arc at the globe's curve
conceals what is after that. What's after that
spurs excitement, a drive to drive on,
past the familiar to beyond the familiar past
toward adventures never ventured,
to the what-comes-next.

It is in the spaces outside of our vision
just past logic, expectation, things taken for granted,
that all points of reference appear to vanish
things begin to appear as they do for children:
new, wondrous, exquisitely strange.
What awaits over the curve of the horizon,
the next bend of the river,
the corner of a city building
is a beckoning, an invitation, if you will.




Poetry by William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-10-01 at 01:26

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