The earth-toned land at the edge
of my known world
has been prepared for planting
as two large gas balloons, rainbow colored,
hover, one above the other,
as border markers near the narrow basin
that leads to the unknown.
Squinting my eyes and looking very closely
I try to see beyond, but the beyond
merges with low horizon and is an enigma.
I pack my knapsack with food, bedding,
water, a travel diary book, and search for a way
into the photo to cross the prepped soil
so I can enter the basin and find my path
through it to that somewhere
just outside the limits
of my imagination.